Uncle Li appeared at the right time, adding a bit of red wine to his glass and asked with a smile, "Young Master, what's the matter?"
He Jingyao picked up the wine glass and took a sip, finally suppressing that suffocating feeling in his chest.
In reality, it wasn't her fault; he had never given her a promise, so how could he blame her for her generosity.
Moreover, he knew what she was waiting for.
And what she wanted, he had actually given her already, it's just that she didn't dare to believe it, and he had never realized it.
Love, perhaps, isn't that mysterious and doesn't need any special ritual to prove it; it could very well emerge without a ripple.
If he hadn't set his heart on this woman, why would he have lost his composure over a single sentence from her, even making so many childish moves?
"It's nothing," he said with a light smile, "I've just come to understand something."
