It must be the fear that speaking too much would only deepen the involvement.
The deeper the involvement, the more susceptible to getting hurt...
A flicker of profound understanding passed through the man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
He got up and pushed her wheelchair toward the garden, no longer continuing the previous topic, "When your leg gets a bit better, I'll take you on a vacation to see the maple leaves, how does that sound?"
His sudden change of topic made An Ruo breathe a sigh of relief, yet she felt somewhat disappointed.
Is that it, then? No more talk?
She always felt that Tang Yuchen intentionally avoided the topic, unwilling to delve deeper into matters of the heart.
Bowing her head to hide the dimness in her eyes, she faintly agreed, which was taken as consent.
That afternoon's ambiguous confession seemed just a trivial interlude that did not enhance the intimacy between them.
