This was not the first time Xie Xun laid bare his feelings to Fengyu, but it was the time that touched her most deeply. Having narrowly escaped death, she was embraced in a torrent of fiery emotion that melted the icy fortress in her heart.
"You can only love me," Xie Xun declared with finality.
"Is the Little Marquis truly so sure? What if I love someone else?"
"In this Capital City, who could move your heart more than I?" Confidence laced his brow, and under the light, Xie Xun's features outshone the blanket of flowers adorning the hills.
"I..." Fengyu desperately wanted to tell Xie Xun that, in the instant before she fell unconscious, the person she most wanted to see was him. At what she believed to be the end of her life, it wasn't her elder sister she thought of—it was Xie Xun.
She loved Xie Xun, a truth she couldn't deceive herself about, let alone conceal from others.
