Fengyu chuckled lightly and said, "You and Second Young Master think of them like this, they will think of you too."
It took Xie Xun a good while to slowly calm himself. New Year's Eve always stirred up sentiments, especially for those far from home. Fengyu poured him a cup of wine. "Zhixu, for every New Year's Eve to come, I will stay by your side."
"A promise worth a thousand gold—Ayu, once you've given your word, don't break it."
"Alright!"
Fengyu clinked her glass with his, and the two drank together. She wasn't someone fond of making promises, but once she did, she always made good on her word. Yet she always worried that the prophecy of her not living past eighteen might come true.
After escaping calamity several times, she believed that misfortune turning into blessings might truly be fate's decree. Heaven seemed to favor her; surely peaceful, smooth days awaited ahead, allowing her to stay by Xie Xun's side for a long time.
