"You!" Yan Lingji took a deep breath.
Great Master of Fate wasn't wrong, but somehow, listening to her, something still felt off.
As if... she was the one at fault?
She thought it over and over, recalling every word Zhao Linchuan and Great Master of Fate had said today, trying to find a flaw.
But no matter how she looked at it, she was always the one in the wrong.
Ever since Zhao Linchuan had arrived today, he hadn't said a single teasing word.
Instead, he'd asked whether she'd been feeling cooped up lately and if she wanted to go out with him to clear her head...
Could it be... I really was wrong?
She took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Her whole body gradually relaxed.
She lowered her head, looking like a child who'd done something wrong. Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "I'm sorry, husband. I was wrong. I shouldn't have misunderstood you."
"It's all right." Zhao Linchuan stood up, and Yan Lingji and Great Master of Fate rose as well.
He reached out and gently wrapped an arm around each of their waists. His tone was warm and forgiving. "It's only natural for married couples to have little misunderstandings now and then. As long as we talk them through, it's fine."
"Mm-hmm..." Yan Lingji nodded obediently. "I absolutely won't misunderstand you again."
Zhao Linchuan nodded in satisfaction. Then, with an arm around each of their waists, he led them toward the bedroom.
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the window gauze, and the air still held traces of the previous night.
Great Master of Fate stood by the bed, very gently helping Zhao Linchuan get dressed.
Her movements were tender and meticulous, and her face wore a faint look of