When Hua Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, the last shred of Yun Chi's reason was cast to the horizon.
He had thought of her for five years, yearned for her for five years, and schemed for five years, sparing no expense to have her consent to marry him. There had been numerous times when she had offered herself to him, and yet he had fled with his reason intact.
But now, he no longer wanted to run, nor did he crave reason; all he wanted was her.
In this vast world, she was the only thing he desired.
Fate is not controlled by humans; he was willing to die for her.
Hua Yan looked at Yun Chi, trembling with fear and apprehension, "Yun… Yun Chi…"
Yun Chi waved his hand and the curtain in front of the bed fell.
Hua Yan's face flushed red as if on fire, "Order everyone to leave the Library Pavilion…"
