The cold wind billowed Xun Zichen's dark hair across his face. He placed his hands in the pockets of his long dark green trench coat.
"We have to make a choice, one that we'll both agree on," Su Xiang told him.
Xun Zichen nodded; his face appeared to be anguished, forlorn by the dread of having this conversation. Su Xiang hoped that her mother would accept them, but even she was prepared for the worst-case scenario. And after speaking with Qian Meigui, who had the same experience, Su Xiang was certain about how she would go forward.
"Zichen," she called him.
He looked at her with his pear-green eyes, as light as chartreuse, fixated on her. He was waiting for her to say something.
"I choose you," Su Xiang said with a soft smile.
Xun Zichen's eyes widened.
"Will you choose me?" she asked.
Xun Zichen's mouth parted open. "Of course," he replied.
