Dou Dou guessed the first part correctly, but got the latter part wrong.
Han Qiaoqi gazed at the distant rolling incense clouds, her tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of wistfulness: "Back then, I was a bit naive. I always thought that someone as resilient as he was worth entrusting my future to. I didn't care what my parents said, nor what others thought; I just wanted to be with him. Being with him felt like the only way I could feel happiness."
"But after being with him, I slowly realized that he had a very strong desire for control, and his personality was extremely sensitive. When I went out with friends for a meal, he would go through all my chat records, questioning the background of every person..."
"What does 'desire for control' mean?" Dou Dou asked curiously.
"Shut up, don't interrupt." Xiao Yue glared at her angrily.
