[ Pausing, Jiang Cheng feels a swell of anxiety as a question bubbles to the surface of his mind. The one thing he might not forgive, that would give Wen Qing reason to worry for his intentions, for their— for the future. ]
Lady Wen.
[ His voice is soft but grave, uncharacteristically somber for someone of his passion. ]
no subject
Lady Wen.
[ His voice is soft but grave, uncharacteristically somber for someone of his passion. ]
Was it my family?