The more he thought, the more his nose felt sour and uncontrollable. He moved his lips, wanting to say he was fine, but his throat felt blocked, unable to say a word.
“Cheng’an, it’s okay.” Chen Jing gently patted his back, softly guiding, “We’re husband and wife. We can discuss anything. Don’t worry, no matter what, I won’t blame you, okay?”
Xu Cheng’an looked dazed, “Really won’t blame me?”
Seeing her nod, he was silent for a long time, his eye sockets red again, before slowly speaking: “These past few months, I’ve been pretending.
Once the words bottled up inside were spoken, he couldn’t help but break down, crying breathlessly, “I… I didn’t want to always make you feel annoyed, feel that I’m useless, but I can’t help it. I really can’t control it.”
“I know, I know everything.” Chen Jing was panicked by his crying. Although she had long felt something was off, seeing him like this suddenly made her feelings complex.
She pulled out some tissue to wipe his tears, heartachingly assuring him: “I don’t feel annoyed, really.”
Xu Cheng’an grabbed her wrist, sobbing: “Then tell me honestly, do you like me?”
Chen Jing was slightly stunned, then nodded.
Xu Cheng’an felt her expression was too calm: “I don’t want a nod. I want you to tell me verbally.”
Chen Jing hugged him tightly: “I like you.”
[Male lead’s happiness value increased by 30%, current happiness value 75%]
“I like you too.” Xu Cheng’an took a deep breath, tightly hugging her back, with a crying voice: “Ran Jie, can we be like before?”
“Okay.” After Chen Jing agreed, she also breathed a sigh of relief.
These days after marriage were indeed peaceful, but deep down, she had been on edge, always worried he was pretending too much and might develop depression. She wanted to say something but was afraid he couldn’t handle it.
Now, it was finally out in the open.
Xu Cheng’an felt slightly at peace, obediently leaning on her, breathing her faint fragrance, gently closing his eyes.
After the confrontation, Xu Cheng’an indeed returned to his previous state. But during casual conversations, Chen Jing discovered that when he lost emotional control and felt sad, he would secretly prick himself with needles.
