His voice was as cold and low as ever, with a hint of hoarseness.
Every word hit her eardrums.
After being stunned for a long time, Xiao Ba opened her mouth and finally found her voice. She asked softly, "Yan Qing, are you… chasing me?"
Yan Qing replied, "No, it's a marriage proposal."
Xiao Ba's face was hot.
She really didn't expect to hear such words from Yan Qing after all this trouble.
She looked down at her hand. The sword was lying quietly in her palm.
Yan Qing had never taken this sword with him, but now, he handed it to her and said that his life and death were up to her.
Her heart was pounding again.
Yan Qing's gaze landed on her, and it also seemed to be burning hot.
Her fingers curled up. In the deepest part of her heart, a small hole seemed to have been opened. More and more joy surged out and gradually filled her chest.
