"Why are you holding my hand?" Prince Dwei wanted to withdraw his hand from Ying Hua's grasp, but on the other hand, he wished that the moment could last longer. An overflowing sense of prestige, fused with unrequited love. "If you just want to say that we can't get married then that's your business. I don't care."
He was about to leave after he finally felt her hand getting stronger. When he turned around, he saw her glassy. "Help me! Don't let this wedding happen! I have to continue my mission in a bit. If I marry you then…"
"Then you can continue the mission whenever you want," he interrupted. "But apparently you don't want to. You might not even need it. So why are you begging me?" While pulling his hand, now he hears her pleading again.
