He made her heart flutter and had given her the best love.
She didn't know when she started liking him, but her love for him was deep.
Destined?
He and she were destined!
She was gasping for breath as he kissed her, and her body was not under her control. When she was lost in herself, she felt that something had been stuffed into her little hand which was stained with floral juices.
"What?"
"Handkerchief." He kissed her delicate skin. "Three years ago, the one you used to restrict the flow of my blood. I kept it. Wifey, this symbolizes the beginning of our love. It was once stained with my blood. Let's use it to sop yours today. Let it be our witness, witness that you belong to me now."
Ning Qing couldn't speak. She could only cling to his shoulder. Knowing that it wasn't enough, she looked sideways and kissed him.
As her consciousness faded. She didn't know where she was.
