Jiang Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to ask such a question.

A thousand thoughts churned within her, and after a moment, she slowly spoke: "You are my husband, and I will remember you forever."

However, Bai Yujing was not satisfied with this answer.

He struggled internally for a moment, but ultimately decided to seek a definite answer, asking softly, "I mean... do you truly like me?"

Jiang Huaiyu's breath hitched, her fingers clenched instantly, and her heart began to race.

Should she be honest or cover it up? She dared not take the risk, dared not expose her vulnerability, and was afraid of facing disappointment.

Instead of responding directly, she cleverly countered with a question: "My husband, don't you feel even the slightest bit of attraction towards me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she held her breath and waited for the answer.

Bai Yujing almost blurted out "yes," but when she caught a glimpse of doubt in her eyes, she was slightly startled.

Why, then, did she harbor so many doubts about him?

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he forced back the words that were about to come out, slowly saying, "I asked the question to you first, so you should answer it first."

Jiang Huaiyu's body stiffened slightly, the feeling seeming to be a sense of loss, or perhaps some other emotion.

Suddenly, she seemed relieved, a bright smile spreading across her face. She said softly, "It's late, and the small bed in the study is too hard. Why don't you come back to the room with me to rest?"

Bai Yujing gazed at her bright, flower-like smile, as if he had never raised that awkward question.