"Don't be afraid," Su Ye said over the phone, his voice steady and certain. "Just do what you do best and focus on your work. I'm your husband, Tang Xiyu. I will stand behind you and for you. So go ahead, spread your wings. Fly as high as you want."
My heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
It felt as if something had gently struck my chest. No one had ever said something like that to me before. Not in this life, and not even in my past one.
His words wrapped around me like a shield, like an invisible cloak that carried his presence and support. It made my eyes burn.
"Are you listening to me?" he asked.
"Yes…" I whispered, nodding instinctively. "I am. Thank you."
A short laugh escaped him. "What are you thanking me for? If you're really grateful, just give me a kiss."
My face burned instantly. "You're impossible," I muttered, flustered. Before he could say another shameless thing, I ended the call. I stared at the screen for several seconds.
