In that instant, it was as if time stood still. Su Jiuyi's eyes were red, and ultimately, she couldn't suppress the surge of heat overflowing from her eyes.
She cried.
She had thought that Shi Aoju might have a fondness for her, but she never dared to hope that he would develop feelings for her. This man, who looked down upon the world, was always the center of attention wherever he went, surrounded by countless women, many younger, prettier, and more capable than her—so she never imagined she would find a place in his heart.
Seeing the woman in front of him crying, Shi Aoju raised his sword eyebrows, lifted his hand to wipe away her tears, and his rough palm gently rubbed her hair, "From now on, I don't allow you to shed a single tear, especially not for me."
His voice was exceedingly soft, infused with an unprecedented gentleness, like a whirlpool pulling Su Jiuyi in and completely engulfing her.
"Young Master Jue..."
