"Please," she said, "give me some time."
Time for what? Time to fall in love with him, or time to calm her emotions, put aside the plans in her heart, and then live out the second half of her life with him in a well-thought-out and peaceful manner?
Qin Zhiyou withdrew his hand. Despite her compromise and step back, and her clear expression of her stance, why was he still not at ease?
Perhaps it was because her concession was still just a weighing of pros and cons, a retraction only due to his dissatisfaction, and not out of—emotion for him.
After all, she hadn't married him for love, and over the years, they had barely managed to cultivate some affection.
Maybe it was more a feeling of kinship, friendship, or companionship.
He was by no means an impatient man, yet in front of Lu Weixi, he became both impatient and petty, almost wishing—in the blink of an eye, his presence would fill her mind completely.