“It’s fine,” I responded. He put down his brush, stood up, and draped his outer robe over me, sitting together and rubbing my cold hands, “Your hands are so cold.”
I leaned on his shoulder, drawing warmth from him. “Liu Yu, tell me the truth.”
“What?”
“Tell me the truth. Who is Night Lock? And the fire on the lake, that terrifying fire, why did I kneel
before you…” I asked urgently.
His body stiffened. “What do you remember?”
“I’m very much awake,” he continued leaning towards me, the musk fragrance filling my entire nose, and my head seemed to explode in an instant, with a curse-like voice urging me to quickly escape from the person before me.
I wanted to leave the warm jade bed, but he pulled me hard, and I stumbled, falling onto the bed. He took the opportunity to flip over and press me underneath him, restraining my hands so I couldn’t move. Terrified, I didn’t dare to move, only glaring in protest, “Do you know what you’re doing? I, Lan Jiaolong, am not worthless!”
“Of course you’re not worthless. You are my queen, the only woman in the world that Liu Yu wants…” He gently rested his forehead against mine, his lips curving in a smile, warm breath blowing on my face like a terrifying proclamation, declaring that I could only ever spin in the palm of his hand.
“I, Lan Jiaolong, hereby swear that no matter life, aging, illness, or death, no matter wealth or poverty, I am willing to always stay by Ye Suo’s side, never betraying or abandoning him.”
“I, Ye Suo, hereby swear that no matter life, aging, illness, or death, no matter wealth or poverty, I am willing to always stay by Lan Jiaolong’s side, never betraying or abandoning her.”
The firm, happy voices rang in my ears, constantly sweeping through my thoughts accompanied by a long, unceasing flute sound, suddenly making me feel an unprecedented exhaustion. I relaxed my rigid body, and unconsciously, tears welled up in my eyes. He swept away my tears with a compassionate kiss, softly saying, “Salty.”
“I will hate you,” I said resolutely.
He lowered his eyes, speaking with a musky, turbid yet determined voice, “If you hate me, it will make your heart contain only me, and I am willing to accept that.”
