"Afraid..." Zhuang Zhixuan was startled, Yan Nai'er was such a brave girl, completely fearless, how could she be afraid.
Yan Nai'er said, "When I was alone before, of course I was fearless. But now I have a beloved husband, the adorable Qin Qin, Yuanba, and a kind sister, a happy and warm home, so of course I would be afraid, afraid of losing all this."
Zhuang Zhixuan said, "Then... then why are you afraid of Zhen Yan Princess?"
Yan Nai'er said, "I... I feel like she is not a real person, but rather like a painting, a sculpture. Even if she stands before you, eating with you at the same table, you still feel she's incredibly distant. You look into her eyes, at her face, never knowing what she's thinking, as if she's completely devoid of joy or sorrow."
Zhuang Zhixuan looked at Nai'er in astonishment, feeling the same about Zhen Yan Princess, just not as precisely articulated as Nai'er.
However, her feeling is even stronger than Yan Nai'er's.
