The sunlight slanted through the window, casting its rays upon the man's profile, which was so pale it was nearly transparent, but his dark eyes, as dense as ink, held profound and boundless affection.
Bo Siyan, who was always domineering and unyielding, was actually pleading with her, asking her to give him a chance.
At that moment, he was not the lofty Crown Prince of the Bo Family, nor the cold and proud Colonel Bo. He was just an ordinary man, a man who longed for love.
Such a man, extraordinarily touching.
As if bewitched, Ning Xia's mind hadn't caught up yet, but her head slowly nodded in agreement.
A glimmer of light immediately suffused Bo Siyan's eyes, as if he had obtained the whole world, and his thin lips curved into a smile that seemed to dispel much of the pain in his chest.
"Ning Xia, remember to keep your word," his voice was husky, filled with joy.
