"Who told you that?" Duke Bolun had never heard such a reason before.
Yu Zhizhi said earnestly, "My mom told me."
When she was little, she would have nightmares and burrow into her mother's arms in fear. Each time, her mother would gently comfort her.
She would tell her mother about her nightmares, and it always felt as if saying the words out loud made them less frightening.
Yu Zhizhi sat up as well, clutching the quilt to her chest with both hands.
"If you want to talk, you can talk to me. I'm willing to listen to your nightmare."
The Duke's body went slightly rigid.
He had never imagined his little pet would say something so…
…warm.
Unlike those unsentient pets that couldn't understand language, only she would say something like that.
And only she would disregard his status as a Duke.
Daring to say what was on her mind.
