Jing Yuan could only smile at the sight of you sulking, finding it charmingly cute that you’d be jealous of something so…small—so insignificant.

You know he would never have eyes for anyone else—oh, why ever would you even think of that?

Sure, Madame Yukong was a pretty woman, but you…goodness, you…

You, are all that occupies his mind.

“My love, my dearest…” he can’t help but comfort you. You needed it of course, and he was willing to give it all.

“You’re the only one for me…the only one I have, so…stop sulking and give me those pretty eyes of yours, please?”

You had nothing to worry about.