She steadied her emotions and mocked, "It's so difficult to get a truthful word from you, Heir Lu. Of course, I want to hear the truth."
As if he hadn't heard her taunt, Lu Ziyuan looked deeply at her.
Admitting to his beloved girl that his love was exceptionally intense indeed required courage. His expression rarely showed some hesitation.
"The truth is," he hesitated for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "I want you to have only me in your heart and eyes... trust only me, care only for me, and let no one else distract you."
Not only that, he wanted all her emotions, whether joy or anger, sadness or sorrow, to be born because of him and extinguished by him.
She was too good to that maid.
So good that he couldn't bear to watch.
So good that he was jealous.
He couldn't even get her tender smile, yet the maid could see it every day.
He had seen how she interacted with that maid, they conversed closely, spoke freely, and mutually trusted each other.
