Ding Yin chuckled. "Wuzhou High Priest, the question isn't whether I've thought this through. It's whether *you* have. Don't you remember what I look like?
Are you truly willing to become mates with someone like me?"
Wu Zhou stepped closer and took her hand, which held the turtle shell. "Ding Yin, physical appearance is the most superficial of things. It's a person's character that guarantees a lifetime together.
I would be lucky to become mates with a female as kind and as fiercely passionate as you.
You've endured so much hardship in the past. Now that you've found peace and are willing to open your heart to the world again...
It brings me nothing but joy! Besides, you're Jing Jiang's female. The one he chose and protected with his life—how could she be anything less than wonderful?"
Ding Yin's eyes stung. "You... you know Brother Jiang?"
