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“I was just…

back then, my feelings were so complicated, you…

wouldn’t understand.”

“You keep talking until I do!

But why wouldn’t you say a single word?”

Including the days after they arrived on the island, if he had no suspicions, why didn’t he offer a single explanation?

She couldn’t comprehend his thought processes, they were really hard to fathom.

“Can we go back to the tent to talk, please? Your feet…” He looked down at her bare feet.

Aren’t they cold without shoes?

She wasn’t cold, but he felt cold for her, worried that she’d catch a cold if they didn’t go back soon.

Baili Xia slightly shrank her body.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t have even noticed.

But now that he brought it up, she suddenly realized, it really was quite cold.

“Let’s go back.” This time, Mu Xiaojiu didn’t say anything else, bent down to scoop her into his arms, and strode towards the tent.

Placing Baili Xia gently on the cotton quilt, Mu Xiaojiu immediately took the hem of his own garment and carefully wiped her small feet, one pair at a time.

That devout expression, those careful and tender movements, were beguiling and at the same time heartbreakingly poignant.

Was it that only after a severe argument could they really reconcile?

If that night hadn’t happened, where she, out of concern, had to go find him, resulting in him, infuriated by her actions, shouting at her…

That shout had voiced all the grievances deep in her heart.

If it weren’t for all that, would they still be like before, unwilling to speak even a single extra word to each other?

After wiping Baili Xia’s small feet dry, Mu Xiaojiu finally sat with her inside the tent.

Dragging the quilt over them both, he held her gently.

Knowing she was still waiting for his explanation, but, for a man like him, who was not good at speaking, he really didn’t know how to start explaining.

“Then begin with that night, why did you adamantly assume the child wasn’t mine?”

Baili Xia saw through his embarrassment at once and gave him a starting point.

She really cared about what happened that night, knowing that after she became pregnant, he had such an attitude!

“I’m sorry.” It seemed that whenever he talked about that night, what he said most was this sentence.

Baili Xia was aware, for Uncle to apologize to her time and again, despite his pride, was no easy feat.

She shouldn’t keep pressuring him.

But she did really care about that night.

Under her aggrieved and expectant gaze, Mu Xiaojiu finally stuttered out an explanation of his feelings at the time.

Frankly, there wasn’t much to explain, after all, he had been completely bewildered then.

Any explanation now seemed redundant.

Anyway, it was just that he couldn’t accept it all at once, because he had never imagined such a day would come.

Nangong Xu had been with him for so many years, he knew his acupuncture more than anyone.

To say his technique was wrong, he really couldn’t accept that explanation.

But in reality, Nangong Xu had also said there was that one in ten million chance.

Perhaps, luck was just that good, good enough to leave one helpless.

But that wasn’t the most important thing.

“The most important thing is,” Mu Xiaojiu exhaled, holding her tighter.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, “The most important thing is, I…

was really scared.”

“Scared?” Baili Xia’s heart jolted as she looked up to meet his gaze.

Scared…

what kind of explanation was that?

Could Uncle, strong and invincible, also be afraid?

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