"The name of this poem is 'If'…" Jun Moxie cleared his throat as a mysterious smile appeared on his face. After adjusting his face a little, he gathered his Qi into his dantian and began in a solemn voice. "Ah… If I were a stalk of wheat, you are the radiant noon sun in the sky; if I were Qingming, you are the River in the painting; if I were a bow, you are the eagle in the sky; if I were a divine sword, you are the sword wielding heroine in the story… If, ah, If! So many ifs, and my heart… is inside it!"
His voice was bright and steady, ringing out through the forest. The entire mountain gorge was filled with the echoes, "Wheat… sun… wheat… sun…"
Finished with his recitation, Jun Moxie looked expectantly at Mei Xueyan and said in a sincere voice. " Xueyan, these are my heartfelt feelings. It represents my most genuine intentions, and also my desire… My love is higher than the mountains, and deeper than the seas… Please accept it."
