"You actually could have left just now, why did you stay?"
"Because of you."
…
Looking at the woman in front of him, veiled in light gauze, her eyes full of deep affection.
Even with Lin Yi's emotional intelligence, he should be able to sense something by now.
Who knows what he might be thinking.
Ling Yuwei's face seemed exceptionally relaxed, without a hint of awkwardness or discomfort.
This was also the first time Ling Yuwei showed her truest feelings in front of a man.
Looking at the astonished Lin Yi, Ling Yuwei behind the gauze smiled gently and said:
"I don't know why."
"You're the first man besides my father who has made me feel fondness."
"I don't even know if this counts as liking."
While speaking, a trace of reluctance and guilt appeared on Ling Yuwei's face:
"If on this journey to the Demon Forest I don't return alive."
"Please tell my father 'I'm sorry' for me."
Just as Lin Yi was about to speak, Ling Yuwei preempted him and said:
