The silence dragged on until he spoke again, his voice hoarse, "But Little Yueliang, it hurts me." At night, Zhou Jingwei was especially quiet, his movements meticulous and full of unspeakable tenderness as he changed her bandages.
Cheng Weiyue curled up in the crook of his knees. With clear, clean eyes wide open, she asked him what was wrong.
Zhou Jingwei said it was nothing, just that he was frightened by her injury.
It was the first time Cheng Weiyue had ever heard words like 'frightened' from Zhou Jingwei's mouth, the tail of his sentence still trembling slightly.
So Cheng Weiyue smiled up at him and said in a gentle whisper, "Zhou Jingwei, I'm alright, nothing's wrong with me."
Zhou Jingwei said he knew, paused for a moment, his voice even softer, "But I can't control myself."
He wasn't always so anxious before, but ever since being with Cheng Weiyue, he had become indecisive and easily frightened.
After all, it was because he loved her.
Love makes people weak.