Han Xin had spent days deciding whether or not to give it to her. To him, it was more than just fabric. It represented unspoken feelings he hadn't dared confront until now. He thought she would look beautiful in it.
To get it he had to endure his uncle's pestering. He made the mistake of asking his uncle for a place to get an expensive dress fit for royalty. His uncle was so nosy curiously asking who the lucky lady was. He had to endure the interrogation to get this. He sincerely hoped she loved it.
He watched intently as emotions danced across her face, surprise mingled with delight, and suddenly all those months spent fighting on battlefields felt trivial compared to this moment shared between them. But despite how much he yearned to confess his affections, the words lodged painfully at the back of his throat. He couldn't say it.
