The sunlight was mild, and the breeze was not dry.
Before the window and below it, a man and a woman stood facing each other across space. Time seemed to halt at that moment, creating an extremely harmonious human landscape.
Facing Yu Qing's sharp question.
Yu Xian paused for a few seconds before solemnly and seriously saying,
"If it's death for the one cherished in my heart, then it's a death well met."
Yu Qing continued to press, "Oh? If you are willing to die for me, why did you hesitate just now?"
Yu Xian looked at her straightforwardly, revealing a bright smile—this time without any hesitation.
"Because I was wondering if dying for a woman whom I have only met a few times and barely spoken to was worth it. Then, I thought it over; if it's you, then it's worth it."
"But I do not believe that."
Yu Qing also smiled, but then she shook her head and said,
"No matter who sent you, go back. In this last half a year, I only wish for peace."
