Long Yang treated her so well—he doted on her, cared for her, and even satisfied her every whim. How could she not fall for him?
Her love for him had already grown strong long ago.
"You're not old at all, Your Majesty. You happen to have everything I like." She raised her head and looked at him with shimmering eyes.
Long Yang's heart raced, and he held her tightly in his arms. After a long while, he whispered huskily, "Gaining your affection is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
He planted a kiss on her forehead and stroked her tresses, his voice low and gentle. "Right now, I believe in destiny."
"What?" Lu Liangwei looked at him in confusion.
"I must have waited in loneliness all those years just so I could meet you." Long Yang gazed at her with bright black eyes.
