The crowd was in an uproar.
Even Su Xingyu forgot to breathe, staring blankly at him, unsure how to react.
Some men whisper sweet nothings their entire lives, like they cost nothing; while others hold their promises as precious as gold, a confession lasting a lifetime. Lu Shifeng was undoubtedly the latter. The more he seemed devoid of emotions, the more terrifying it was when he truly acted on his feelings. He looked deeply at her and said, "Xingyu, come up."
Her body trembled slightly, as if two forces were pulling at her, urging her to go up and stand before him, yet she dared not.
The beginnings of love from years ago, a marriage proposal in the rain, him bringing her home, 'Young Mistress', white roses, island holidays, office romances, diamond rings, the wedding, betrayal, punishment, and the blazing fire... the hasty escape, Han's birth, her return, the red and sorrowful eyes he had on that stormy night...
