Neither of them spoke and the room remained silent.
Sheng Yize stared at the little woman who had extended her hands to him, and the look on his face softened.
She was finally brave enough.
He smiled a little and held her hands tightly before she could draw them back.
"Dummy, I'm not looking down on you," he explained in a low voice.
An Xiaxia blinked, tears almost falling out of her bright black eyes.
A big, warm hand covered her eyes and Sheng Yize said in a solemn voice, "Don't cry. I'm here."
Her thoughts calmed at those words right away.
Sheng Yize then picked her up and carried her to the bed, grumbling, "You're not allowed to mention divorce ever again!"
Huddling in his arms, An Xiaxia asked timidly, "Are you going to mention it, then?"
It would be so unfair if she couldn't and he could.