A gentle breeze drifted by, causing the wind chimes on the windowsill to tinkle slowly. The crisp, pleasant sound startled the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts. Shifting into a more comfortable position in Li Xiu's arms, Zhou Lian snuggled deeper into his embrace and said softly, "Jin Chen, when did you become so sentimental? This isn't like you."
Gently stroking Zhou Lian's hair, Li Xiu looked at her tenderly and said, "I wouldn't call it being sentimental. I just get this way when it comes to matters involving you. But after hearing your words tonight, Bao'er, I feel reassured. I will hold on to what you said, and you have to keep your word too, Bao'er!"
