"Are you unwilling to talk to me?" she asked slowly, her gaze filled with hidden pain.
So a hint of pain, mixed with a faint sense of grievance, echoed in Yin Feng's heart. He cradled the back of her head, pulling her face closer, whispered back, "Do you truly want to know?"
"Of course."
Yin Feng let her rest against his chest and said, "Some words, once spoken, can't be taken back. There will be a price to pay. Do you understand?"
You Mingxu fell silent for a few seconds before replying, "I want to hear it, and I'm prepared to pay the price."
Ying Feng spread his fingers, held her face in place. The gesture was uncomfortable, yet he persisted.
He asked, "Do you know what I was thinking the last time I stood on the mountaintop, right before I passed out, still as You Yingjun?"
"What?"
