Jinghan was embraced by Zixuan, their gazes locking onto each other. In Zixuan's eyes, Jinghan saw her own reflection, and at the same time, she saw the depth of Zixuan's affection. Jinghan smiled, "Of course I want to marry you," she said softly.
In the girl's sweet and tender voice, there was a hint of embarrassment and a touch of joy. Zixuan heard it and couldn't help the upward curve of his lips, his heart feeling as refreshed as if he'd had a bowl of iced sour plum soup on a scorching summer day, ineffable happiness brimming within. The girl before him, her cheeks blushed red, in her watery eyes hid strands of tenderness. Zixuan was immersed in such tenderness, unwilling to awaken.
