A Stir in His Heart

A cold breeze passed by. The short silence reigned. 

Linfeng's hands were still held by Xiong Zhi.

Xiong Zhi was still unmoving like a mountain. Every word she said was stern and unbreakable. It was carried by the night breeze and it got nailed at the moon.

Linfeng was flabbergasted.

This confession.

'How could a girl confess like this?! Or make this kind of promise!'

Linfeng's face turned red as a tomato.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

His heart was racing. So Xiong Zhi's heart. 

She was nervous that Linfeng would reject her outright.

"H-how! How could you say those things?! Y-you have to hold back when you say those kinds of things! I'm a grown man after all! And! You should not say those things to anyone! Especially to a man!" Linfeng lectured her first.

His face, his ears, and neck were so red. He was stuttering as he shouted to her, albeit gently.

Xiong Zhi answered back.