Her heart was pounding fiercely, her chest felt as if it were ablaze, her blood seemed to boil, scorching hot.
She was willing!
Why wouldn't she be?
She was still so young; her life had just begun.
She had never done anything wrong; she was the best girl in the world, the best Feng Qing.
What other girls could have—the perfect life, the perfect love—she was qualified to have as well.
Now, with heaven's favor granting her such a wonderful man, what reason did she have not to hold on tightly?
A long time ago, Ye Qingci used to love a particular song.
There was a line in the lyrics: Love truly requires courage!
If she didn't even have the courage to fight for her own love, what right did she have to be happy?
She tried hard to suppress the blazing fire in her heart, nodding with a soft laugh, "Alright, I will... Suizhou."
The two words "Suizhou" rolled off her tongue softly, and it wasn't as difficult as she had imagined.
