"I'm sorry you have to put up with this, Ji'er." Chu Qi was full of regret.
Ji'er shook her head, a sincere smile spreading across her face. "I'm happy enough knowing that you're willing to marry me."
Her humble words sent a sharp pang through Chu Qi's heart, making him want to call it off.
She was a royal princess. Why should she humble herself like this?
He pressed his lips into a thin line. His grip tightened on the objects in his hands, and his eyes dimmed.
After a long time, he let out a soft sigh. He touched her cheek and said tenderly, "Ji'er, maybe we should do this another time… When you've come of age, I'll give everything I have to marry you."
She did not deserve to be treated so carelessly.
He wanted to give everything he had to marry her—not doing it in this sloppy, miserable way.
