Chu Qingzhi embraced Tang Jinghong, softly saying, "That's still a distant matter; I can't return now."
Tang Jinghong tightened his embrace, greedily holding the girl in his arms, "Qingzhi, if you can go back, can you, can you delay your return a bit longer?"
His voice was low, carrying a mix of entreaty, affection, and a sense of helplessness.
Chu Qingzhi wasn't sure what her return would entail, "If possible, I promise you. And if it's further possible, I'll take you with me."
If not, she might choose to stay and spend a lifetime with Jinghong. She had already waited hundreds of years; a moment more wouldn't hurt.
Tang Jinghong was profoundly moved, his joy evident, "Zixi, thank you for choosing me."
Out of all the men in the world, Zixi had chosen him. Even calling it luck felt like an understatement.
