"I don't care about other people," Gong Yeyan looked into her eyes, his words gentle yet resolute, "but you are my wife."
Actress or not.
It might be her persistence, thinking that it was normal to get hurt or suffer a bit.
But for him, before she was an actress, she was foremost his wife.
His little wife, how could she be like everyone else?
She should be beautiful, delicate; even if she was capricious, melodramatic, and spoiled, it didn't matter.
Not...
Hiding such "injuries" beneath her clothes, yet still maintaining an indifferent face, not uttering a word.
Before seeing it with his own eyes, Gong Yeyan hadn't noticed at all that her body was covered in old injuries and new ones.
Just now... he hadn't noticed in the slightest...
A trace of frustration flickered across the man's face, hard to detect.
