The muffled echo of footsteps in the hallway made Ji Yuzhe straightened his posture. He had heard that familiar footsteps many times before. He stood rigidly outside Feng Suyin's apartment, his unseeing eyes fixed ahead, heart hammering against his ribs. Uncle Jia shifted beside him, the rustle of his suit betraying his own nervous energy.
"Young Master, are you certain about this?" Uncle Jia's whisper barely carried.
Ji Yuzhe's fingers tightened around his cane.
"I've never been more certain of anything," he murmured.
Since the time Feng Suyin suggested marriage between them in her drunken state, Ji Yuzhe had been giving it a good thought. He knew that in order to protect her, he needed to be her side. Her sudden change had also stirred something within him that he'd been trying to deny for a long time.
He still loved her and wanted to be with her.
