“Do you… fancy me?”
The words were spoken calm and collectedly, but a closer examination revealed panic, hesitation, and vulnerability. This scene adds endless romance to the poetic backdrop.
The gentle wind tugged at branches, leaves, and the calm surface of the lake. A beautiful woman stood restlessly.
A battle raged inside her stomach. Ling Tian Xian had finally asked the question that had tortured her all this time. Before he departed, perhaps forever, she needed to know.
Fancy me, or not.
If he did fancy her, then regardless of how long or how far this journey took him, she would wait. If he did not, then regardless of how long or how far this journey took him, she would still wait.
Ling Xian sighed deeply. He could sense her vulnerability and knew he shouldn’t hurt her. However, he couldn’t betray himself and absolutely could not betray the woman in front of him.
He fancied her, but he didn’t love her.