Recollections of past moments flooded Qin Silong's mind, like the time Chen Shanshan had playfully stuffed a meat bun into his mouth or when she had wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
Once again, Qin Silong gave himself a resounding slap on the back of his head.
What a fool he had been!
He hadn't rejected her actions back then; in fact, he had welcomed them. His acquiescence had been a silent agreement, an unspoken affirmation of her actions.
He hadn't just refrained from rejecting or disliking her; he had genuinely appreciated her personality.
That should be enough.
To hesitate when offered the opportunity to marry such a woman was not in line with the demeanor of a seasoned military expert who had lived through two lifetimes.
With newfound clarity, Qin Silong composed a fourth letter.
