Aselia was rooted to her spot. Unable to move, her face revealed her apprehensions while he understood her emotions.
"Come," Xiran took her hand in his and guided her along. He didn't want her to rid herself of guilt. So he started talking.
"Your room is the same, I didn't let anyone change anything. Do you want to stay in your room or mine?" He inquired softly while pressing her hand.
"Mine," she spoke awkwardly. There was tension in her voice.
"Good, because no matter which one you would choose I will be staying with you," he added with a chuckle and she couldn't help but smile. She was glad he was wearing all white today like her. It was always easier when he acted like an angel and dressed like one too.
