"Fengyu, you act without restraint in front of me. Is it because you're sure our souls are bound together, our fates entwined, and that I wouldn't do anything to harm you?" Xie Xun's voice held a trace of amusement. By all accounts, he should be angry, he should hate Fengyu. Every time he saw her, his mood turned gloomy and irritable, yet today, he was unexpectedly cheerful.
Perhaps it was because the snowflakes were so beautiful, or perhaps the plum blossoms smelled so fragrant.
"It was you who insisted on warning me about the disparity in status, telling me not to act rashly and invite trouble."
