Zhao Youlin felt struck. She bit her lip and answered in a muffled voice, "Nothing."
"Really?" Mu Tingfeng's tone was slightly assertive. His deep eyes fixed intently on Zhao Youlin. It was as if he would never move his gaze away unless Zhao Youlin told him what he wanted to know.
Zhao Youlin instinctively wanted to avoid Mu Tingfeng's gaze, only to find herself seemingly frozen by his gaze. She was unable to move or avoid him. She had no choice but to meet his eyes.
And Mu Tingfeng's next sentence completely broke down the last wall Zhao Youlin put up in her mind.
"Youlin, I'm your husband." The closest person to you besides your family, so there should not be any secrets between us.
Zhao Youlin understood the meaning of Mu Tingfeng's words. She shuddered and did not know if she should laugh or cry.
It was after a while that she exhaled a sigh and said hesitantly, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I just don't know how to start."
