His appearance, his demeanor, his eloquence, and especially his outstanding talent for cultivation, all deeply attracted her.
Before today, she was merely infatuated, but as that table shattered before her eyes, the palpitations in her heart grew wild like rampaging weeds. Yes, she liked him—liked his dominance, liked his aloofness, and even the hidden loneliness deep within his eyes.
Although he was cold towards her, she believed that as long as she was willing, one day, she would thaw his indifference. Who ever said that the more aloof a man was, the more affectionate he would be towards a woman? Once she became his wife, she would have time to change him.
"Haha, good, tomorrow the Emperor will grant you marriage. Won't you rise?" Feng Hanbing laughed heartily, his majestic and powerful face showing a touch of satisfaction as he indulgently looked down at his kneeling youngest daughter.
