"I've thought about you a lot these past few days." Fan Xian threw caution to the wind and spoke his heart. "Ever since I saw you in the Temple of Qing, I've wanted to see you again so badly."
"What are you talking about!?" said Lin Wan'er, worried and shy. She gritted her teeth. "I am already betrothed to another. And what's more, you can't go sneaking into a girl's bedchamber in the middle of the night, it isn't proper."
"You are betrothed to the Fan family. I know." Fan Xian laughed as he gazed at her.
Lin Wan'er thought back to the first time she saw this youth, and the complicated feelings she had felt as they silently laid eyes on each other. She felt a twinge of heartache. "Since you know, why don't you leave? Do you have a death wish?"
Fan Xian could not tease her any longer. He looked at her with a sincere gaze. "I'm... I'm Fan Xian."
