She looked at Wei Ting, who stood amidst the vibrant green that filled the room.
His fingers unconsciously toyed with the tassel on the Jade Flute in his hand, a light flickering in his eyes that was both nervous and determined.
Ji Qingwu said bluntly, "Why should I believe you just because you say so?"
Wei Ting carefully observed her reaction, but he couldn't detect the slightest hint of emotion.
"You don't have to believe me. I can't control your thoughts, but you can't interfere with what I want to do either."
Seeing Ji Qingwu's brow furrow slightly, Wei Ting continued, "I won't force you into anything again. It was reckless of me to ask for your hand in marriage at the morning court session without discussing it with you first."
"But I don't have any ulterior motives. I simply want to marry you."
Ji Qingwu's feelings were in turmoil.
She remained silent, unable to tell if Wei Ting's words were a genuine expression of his feelings or just a pretense.
