"Yao Yao, we shouldn't... I mean, we're not ready for this," he began.
"Why not?" she asked, her grip on his robes tightening slightly.
"Well, we're still young…" he said, grasping for reasonable arguments.
"Yao Yao is not young anymore. I even became a sect leader and you're also a Grand Elder. How could we still be young? When will we finally be old?"
Xiang Yu thought to himself that that made sense. Dammit! Why did her IQ always go up only when it's convenient?
"But what about proper preparation? And timing—"
"I don't care about any of that," Li Yao interrupted firmly, her eyes never leaving his face.
Xiang Yu sighed deeply, his expression becoming more serious as he realized his casual arguments weren't working. "Yao Yao," he said gently, placing his hands on her shoulders. "This is an important occasion. It's something special that should be treasured and remembered for a lifetime."
Her intense gaze softened slightly at his change in tone.
