"I..." Di Jinxuan stalled, a sentence caught in her throat, but she ultimately asked, "Will you tell me whatever I ask you?"
"Hide nothing, withhold nothing." Nangong Jin kissed her earlobe, stood up, gazed into her distinct black and white eyes, reached out, and gently tucked the wisps of hair by her ear, tenderly saying, "Whatever you ask, I will honestly tell you."
Suddenly, a sparkle lit up Di Jinxuan's eyes, and she seemed a bit excited, but then her eyes dimmed once again.
She had asked him before why he stopped dancing. He had given her an answer, but it seemed off the mark—a bit ambiguous.
He said it was for the family business, that dancing drew too much attention and was therefore unsafe.
This answer seemed unrelated to Miao Wu, but it was still a decent response. Yet she felt it missed the point.
She had already asked once; would asking a second time seem too fussy?
And what if his answer remained the same?
What if it was the real answer?
Di Jinxuan fell silent.
