บท 581: Betrothal gift of a hundred bottles

Feng Jiu looked at him gazing at her deeply before he turned and left. Following his figure that went towards the palace door, she watched his black robe flutter in the wind and watched his figure getting farther and farther away, as she watched him leave without looking back...

"Ten years, if I still hold a firm position in your heart after ten years, I will marry you." She whispered softly, her eyes kept watching, until his figure completely disappeared from her sight and she retracted her gaze, suppressing the reluctance that sprang up from the depths of her heart.

"Ten years of time is enough for me to grow. Ten years later, I will be absolutely qualified to stand by your side!" In her eyes, a confident glimmer flashed across her eyes and she took one last look in the direction he left before she turned and walked away.