In truth, Su Qinghan felt that Jiang Lan had likely guessed her master had appeared before. Yet, he hadn't asked any prying questions or said anything about it. More importantly, he hadn't put up his guard against her.
This trust made her feel both guilty and deeply touched.
"Do you trust me?" Su Qinghan's clear eyes shimmered as she suddenly looked at him with great seriousness.
"I'm your husband. If I don't trust you, who else in this world will?" Jiang Lan smiled, reaching out to caress her flawless face, and responded with the same sincerity.
"Do you remember what you told me that night?" Satisfied with his answer, Su Qinghan leaned against him. She reached out with a slender, delicate hand and began to gently trace patterns on his chest.
"Of course."
"I told you to trust that I would never harm you," Jiang Lan said, looking at her.
