On the other end of the call, Nan Sichen chuckled softly, "Mm, I had a bit to drink. Only my wife understands me; she could tell just from my voice."
Qin Yin pressed her lips together in silence, then suddenly asked, "Nan Sichen, do… do you really love me?"
Nan Sichen was taken aback. Why the sudden question? After all, they'd been together for so long. He nodded instinctively, not realizing they were on the phone and she couldn't see him. He tugged off his tie, tossed it onto the sofa, walked to the bathroom, began running water, and soaked himself in the warm bath. He chuckled lowly and asked, "Why ask me that out of the blue?"
"It just came to me," Qin Yin murmured. "I've asked you before, but you always avoid answering. Nan Sichen, tell me—do you truly love me? If you don't, I'll start overthinking."
Nan Sichen's deep voice came through the receiver, carrying just a single word. His voice wasn't loud, but the determination in that word was unmistakable: "Love!"
