"Sure," Chu Qiao quietly responded. Leaning her head on his shoulders, she felt as though the heavens had favored her so much.
Yan Xun's chest heaved lightly as he replied, "I will always be good to you."
Chu Qiao lightly smiled and nodded so slightly that one could hardly notice. "I will always trust you."
Within this room, all noise ceased to be. Beyond the thin silk veils that flowed down from the ceilings, one could occasionally hear the sound of the hourglass. The falling of the sand sounded much like the rustling of the silkworms munching on the Mulberry leaves in spring.
"AhChu, let's get married after the war in the east is done."
Chu Qiao lifted her head, and the two looked at each other. Gazing intently into each other, their gazes were pure and warm. It was as though they suddenly traveled back in time, when the young boy looked into the young girl and swore, "I will definitely kill whoever dares to hurt you!"