Nie Yixiao leaned close to her ear, whispering softly as if he was confiding years of pent-up emotions:
"Jiayi, I didn't know things would end up like this. Really. I didn't want to hurt you. Did you know? When I saw you with that man in China, my heart hurt so much, as if it had been slashed by a knife."
They embraced like this for who knows how long.
Nie Yixiao nearly couldn't bear to let her go.
Thinking about tomorrow, how she would go to the Ya Family, and might be chosen to become Ya Chen's Crown Prince's wife, Nie Yixiao wanted even more to stay, to accompany her for a little while longer.
If possible, he truly wished to hold her like this for a lifetime.
The night deepened layer upon layer.
Finally, the small figure stirred, seeming to become aware of the confinement.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and through the haze, she opened her eyes.
Startled, she instinctively pushed against the pair of hands that were wrapped around her, trying to sit up.
