“Embarrassed and angry,” my sister pouted, leaning close to my ear with wide eyes. “Second Sister, what’s the story of my brother-in-law?”
His story? I thought to myself, probably a tale of childhood sweethearts confessing and being rejected, then working hard to ultimately marry the foolish girl who was going to marry a rich man. The process was quite bumpy, but fortunately, the ending was quite satisfactory.
My sister sighed.
My brother-in-law is indeed very handsome, but who would stare at their own husband so dreamily?” She rolled her eyes and asked teasingly, “Is he the one who’s worth it for you?”
I couldn’t help but steal another glance at An Jin. This time he didn’t look up, and from my angle, I could only see his side face, half-lit in the lamplight, serene and leisurely.
“You should ask him this question.”
When returning home that night, An Jin was with me, and I was with Yuan Qing, our three shadows of different lengths cast on the ground, quite warmly resembling a family out for a walk. Yuan Qing was quite happy, darting between me and An Jin, occasionally poking his head out, nestled between our legs.
Having inadvertently confessed to An Jin, I hadn’t yet recovered, and although holding his hand, I didn’t dare look at him.
After walking a short distance, he suddenly bent down to pet Yuan Qing’s neck, pointing to the An family gate and softly saying, “Go back first.”
Yuan Qing was clearly dissatisfied but hesitated, ultimately respecting his always authoritative tone. He looked reluctantly at me, tail tucked pitifully, walking to the gate and slipping through a crack in the back door.
With just the two of us, I suddenly felt nervous. His finger traced my palm.
