"Bang—"
The wooden door slammed shut in front of him, nearly hitting Mious on the nose.
His cheek burned with pain, but he seemed unable to feel it, only staring blankly at the door, his mind full of the image of the fiery female, angry at him...
Her gentle eyes, when flushed with anger, were so beautiful that one could hardly look away.
Mious clutched his chest, feeling as if his racing heart might leap from his chest.
He placed his hand on the cold doorframe, restraining the urge to push the door open, his voice low and hoarse, "Female, I will wait for the day you accept me."
Wen Shu leaned against the door, listening to Mious's earnest words from the other side, her emotions a mix of complicated feelings.
She never thought Mious would come back.
But she simply couldn't bring herself to ask him if he was willing to leave with her.
Not only because he was the last link in the original owner's death, but also because she knew his character.
