I leaned over to look and saw written under An Jin’s name: “A single glance from An Lang captivates souls.” This was the evaluation by people of Yan Feng. He may not have been the most beautiful, but he possessed a unique charm that made one unable to look away. I used to disagree with this, but now—
I raised my head and looked at An Jin in the distance. He was half-leaning on a bamboo chair, drinking tea and holding a historical scroll. Wearing a light blue long robe, the fabric subtly outlined his tall, slender figure, adding elegance.
Probably feeling my gaze, he looked up and smiled gently, like jade in a clear pond—pure and clean.
My sister leaned close and whispered, “Second Sister, your face is red.” I lowered my head and glared at her. “You little brat.”
“Embarrassed and angry,” my sister pouted. “Second Sister, what’s the story of my brother-in-law?”
His story? Probably a tale of childhood sweethearts confessing and being rejected, ultimately ending up with the girl who was going to marry a rich man. It was a bumpy process, but the ending was satisfactory.
My sister sighed. “Second Sister, you’re even less ambitious.”
My brother-in-law is indeed very handsome, but who would stare at their own husband so dreamily?” She rolled her eyes and teased, “Is he worth it for you?”
I couldn’t help but steal another glance at An Jin. This time he didn’t look up; from my angle, I could only see his serene side face, half-lit in the lamplight.
“You should ask him this question.”
I wanted to ask An Jin: from childhood, always protecting me and marrying me, was it truly worth it?
That night, An Jin was with me, and we were accompanied by Yuan Qing. Our three shadows cast on the ground resembled a family out for a walk. Yuan Qing, happy and playful, darted between us, occasionally poking his head out and barking cheerfully.
Having inadvertently confessed to An Jin, I hadn’t yet recovered. Though holding his hand, I didn’t dare look at him.
After a short distance, he bent down to pet Yuan Qing’s neck and softly said, “Go back first.”
Yuan Qing hesitated but ultimately respected his tone, looking at me with his tail tucked pitiably as he walked to the gate.
