Ling Hua felt that if her relationship with Yan Qing ended, she didn't know if she would marry anyone else in this lifetime.
When she first saw Yan Qing, she indeed fancied his face and his fine swordsmanship, but more precisely, it was the moment he hunted three Plum Blossom Deer and the young men all cheered in unison, his proud, raised eyebrows and the lightness in his eyes that she was truly attracted to.
If she were to marry someone else in the future, that person might not be bad, might even be someone she liked, but he definitely would not resemble Yan Qing.
And it had been a long time since she had seen that spirited look in Yan Qing's eyes.
It might have disappeared after their grand wedding, or even before that, when he discovered that everything was her scheme.
