Ding Jinshi had no problem with her intelligence. Hearing Ding Long ask these questions, she naturally knew what he wanted to ask.
She understood that the answer Ding Long wanted was her response.
Ding Jinshi's answer left Ding Long speechless for a long time. His dark eyes reflected her slightly shy face, made even more charming by the little bit of weight gained during pregnancy, like a ripe red pomegranate always tempting his tastebuds.
Ding Long suddenly pulled Ding Jinshi into his arms, his lips close to her ear, his voice trembling slightly, "Jinshi, say it again, that sentence, say it again, please?"
Inexplicably, Ding Jinshi thought of Ding Long secretly crying alone while holding her on their wedding night.
Her heart trembled gently, and she said softly, "Ding Long, I love you."
Yes, she loved Ding Long.
She didn't know when it started, but this love quietly sprouted in her heart, then took root deeply. Until now, it had grown into an unshakeable tree.
