Different people have different definitions of what love is. Some believe it is that instant crush that fills you with that earnest desire to be with someone you met for the first time.
Miao Xiauyue had a rather different opinion. Her love, while it might start with that crush, was actually defined by everything that happened afterward—all the little details, the time together, the memories, everything from the most extraordinary and memorable to the most mundane.
As the person who loved Mei Fei Long the most in the whole world, how could Xiauyue not notice her beloved's impatience? That slight tension in her shoulders, how one of her hands was always halfway to the handle of her halberd, her dilated pupils, that smile that wasn't a smile, others might overlook it, but to Xiauyue it was as if Mei Fei Long's entire body was shouting from the rooftops her desire to take action.
