His voice was calm and unhurried, smoothing out all the uneasy palpitations in Bian Yue's heart in the quiet night.
Bian Yue held him even tighter and whispered, "So, whatever I do, you will support me, right?"
"Yes."
"What if what I do is wrong?" Bian Yue was like a child spoiled by favoritism, picking at the flaws in her words and making demanding requests.
Yet the indifferent and aloof man was all indulgence in his eyes; he gently patted her back, as if contemplating, and after a moment, he said, "It doesn't matter, Yueyue, I'm just a selfish ordinary person too, my lover doesn't have to be perfect."
I mean, my dear little princess, you can be imperfect, you can have flaws, you can even be wrong, but I love you, beyond morality.
Bian Yue's smile finally became genuine, she joked, and leisurely said, "Mr. Shen, that sounds like a fairy tale."
"Is that so?" Shen Jinci gently countered and then murmured, "Yueyue, I don't lie."
