Nanzhi was usually calm, but she often got stuck in a rut when it came to her emotions.
She finally realized that what she cared about was the three years that the "old her" had spent with Shen Wenchen.
She feared that Shen Wenchen's kindness towards her was only due to his guilt towards her, which led him to make up for it by treating her even better.
She didn't want to be a stand-in for someone else.
Finally, after everyone had finished their dinner, Nanzhi pulled Shen Wenchen aside.
"Nannan, what's wrong?"
Gazing at his wife's troubled expression, Shen Wenchen reached up and rubbed her forehead.
"I have something to tell you." Feeling his warm touch on her forehead, Nanzhi finally found her voice.
"Go on, I'm listening."
Shen Wenchen slightly lowered his head. His peach-blossom eyes were filled with love, almost pulling Nanzhi into their depths.
"I... I have worries."
"What sort of worries?"