"To hold your hand, to grow old with you."
Yan Ruxue smiled at Xiao Mo and spoke slowly.
"I'm also very fond of those two lines," Xiao Mo said, nodding as he took a sip of tea.
"I thought you might laugh at me for that, sir," Yan Ruxue said, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
"Why do you say that?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Because it's all about love and romance. It seems rather sentimental." Yan Ruxue lowered her gaze, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken, miss." Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head. "Of the eighty thousand characters in the world, 'love' is the most lethal. Though the vast sea may become land and ages may pass, the one thing that never changes is love."
"..." Yan Ruxue's eyes wavered slightly as she gazed quietly into Xiao Mo's.
"Is something wrong, miss?" Xiao Mo looked at the woman before him. He felt that for a brief moment, the way her eyes met his was a little... off.
