He brought her into her room, and the man smiled slightly, "Take a look and see if there's anything missing. If you need anything, just tell the servants. Don't be shy."
The room was beautiful, decorated in a style reminiscent of a palace. It was likely that every girl would love it.
Lin Xinlan glanced around and met his gaze. Weary, she said, "Qiao Yiyang, please let me go. Are you keeping me here really because you love me?"
Qiao Yiyang's eyes were deep. He took her hand, and when Lin Xinlan tried to pull away, he ignored her resistance and firmly pulled her into his embrace.
"Xinlan," he said earnestly, "why do you always doubt my love for you? Are my actions, my words, still not enough to show you how I feel?"
"We have no history between us, and the time we've spent together is brief. Qiao Yiyang, affection doesn't arise without reason. Do you think I would believe that you truly love me?"
