Lingtuo's words left Jia Xuan speechless.
He was right; he knew her too well. Since birth, he had taken care of her, responsible for everything she needed. His understanding of her was more profound than anyone else in the world, even more than her parents.
To put it plainly, just one look from her, and he could guess what she wanted to do in the next moment.
He held the book she had already worn out in his hand, with that photo tucked inside. If she tried to stubbornly deny anything, it would be pointless in front of him; he wouldn't believe any denial, only considering her a willful child.
Thus, Jia Xuan remained silent, without saying a word, not knowing what to say.
She still loved him, deeply, and in his eyes, it was already evident. Yet, she didn't want to admit it, couldn't deny or admit it, so she just stayed silent.
