When Yu Xia first saw that beautiful boy under the sunset, she never thought that one day he would ask this question.
The "marry" she mentioned in bed before was just a casual agreement between the two, not a formal proposal, so she could nod lightly in assent.
When it came to formally asking the question, she felt that answering "willing" or "unwilling" was difficult to say quickly.
Open-mouthed without a response, her rapid heartbeat controlled her body, and her mind swiftly flashed through images too quick to see or think about.
Once the answer was reached, saying those three words felt slow, as if her body was proactively expressing that the answer was well-considered.
"I am willing." She whispered.
The gentle buzzing in her mind and the pounding heartbeat in her chest both gradually subsided with the utterance of this answer.
Xie Qingci lifted her hand, in the gesture akin to a prince gently holding a princess.
