'Am I really going to stay in Great Yue and live like this for the rest of my life?'
'Give up the first twenty years of my life and completely assimilate into this ancient, class-stratified society?'
'Just for the love of one man, to spend the rest of my days with him?'
Cui Lingyao stroked her belly, feeling lost and confused.
If Xie Jinbai knew that all his painstaking efforts—his alternating tactics of gentleness and feigned weakness, his repeated self-sacrificing ploys, his multiple brushes with death—had finally won him a sliver of her true heart, only for it all to be threatened by one timid test that made her want to retreat, he would probably cough up blood from sheer rage.
But he didn't know that yet.
And Chen Minrou, her sole listener, was visibly moved.
"I can understand..."
She herself had once given her heart completely, been truly wounded by love, and had become so melancholic from it that she'd nearly died.
