Prince Liang Chen stood cold, wine in hand and eyes glaring at the words before him. At first he laughed… then laughed again, so hard tears dropped from his eyes, but the words did not fade, nor were they changed. They hung there like a taunt… a taunt to his second existence.
"This has to be some joke," he whispered, but even Xia Yue couldn't explain what was happening. It was certainly no glitch; everything was in order.
Xia Yue watched him closely. His hands trembled with the wine glass, and his fingers tightened so hard around it she feared it would break.
"How can I?" he murmured, his gaze flickering with fear.
Xia Yue could only stand by. The man before him wasn't the proud prince of Yunzhou, and for the first time, Liang Chen's fears were laid bare.
"How can I fall for him? Are you all playing something or what?" Liang Chen chuckled. "And what if I don't want to?" he roared.
