He Zichen stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. It was filled with stars—the weather tomorrow should be nice.
He recalled Yun Shu's earlier words.
'Marriage?'
He wondered if he had been too impulsive. But he knew his mother—she was more than capable of forcing a wife on him. Forcing two people with no feelings for each other to be together would be irresponsible to them both.
He knew what he'd done wasn't exactly right; it was a decision made out of desperation.
There was no room for regret now. He could only take it one step at a time, and hope that his mother wouldn't be too angry when she eventually found out the truth.
"I'm done."
The voice from inside the house pulled He Zichen from his thoughts, and he walked toward the room.
As soon as he stepped inside, he was met with a sweet fragrance.
