“I didn’t want to come, but you said you would marry me and haven’t fulfilled your promise. I’m here to claim my commitment from my bride,” he joked, knowing his heart wasn’t cold and appreciating her kindness.
He just needed to control his emotions—just right, neither too much nor too little. If it exceeded his control, even Jiang Xiangyang couldn’t handle it.
Perhaps Jiang Xiangyang had never heard that love is blind, crazy, and as magnificent as a moth flying into a flame.
After that day, Jing Xin stayed at the Jiang household, as she had nowhere else to go. Despite being alone every day, Jiang Xiangyang was usually busy outside and rarely came home.
Chapter Thirty-One: Days Walked Together
After over ten days in the Jiang home, she had only encountered Jiang Xiangyang a few times in the hospital room. Each time, he rushed in, looking exhausted, and quietly sat beside his mother’s bed. Apart from brief greetings, he mostly sat silently, watching her sleep.
Jing Xin sensed that he was becoming increasingly taciturn and lonely. She feared that one day he might not say a word to her.
She was uncertain if he loved her. Sometimes, she felt a subtle affection in his eyes, but upon closer examination, it seemed more like an illusion. Aside from indifference, she couldn’t find any evidence of love.
She tried not to dwell on it. True love should be unconditional, not transactional. She hoped there was at least a hint of affection in his heart in response to hers.
Regardless of his feelings, her heart had already fallen for him. She found herself deeply affected and was willing to be wrong if it meant sharing his sorrow, bearing his pain, and smoothing out his furrowed brow.
Just like the night his mother died, he stayed by her side, held her, and accompanied her through the most difficult time.
Jing Xin tightly hugged the man in front of her, trying to transmit her warmth and sincerity. No matter how bitter the days were, she wanted to walk through them with him.
