"But if at the Princess's coming-of-age ceremony, the two of you were to dance the opening number, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder... can you still say you're not boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Under the gaze of so many eyes, the spread of so many mouths, and countless photos and videos, both Xiu Xue and Phoenix would inevitably be pushed once again into the storm's center.
To wear a crown is to bear its weight.
But if the crown is so heavy, so crushing that it could topple you and shatter into pieces on the ground, would you still insist on wearing it?
This action is a curse, not a blessing.
Sheng Xinhua's provocation had an ill-intentioned flavor to it, clearly assuming Tang Fei wouldn't dare make such a choice.
"I won't make it difficult for her then," Tang Fei sighed softly.
Sheng Xinhua giggled coquettishly and taunted, "Coward."
"..."
"Brother, let me go." Little Fatty spoke up. "I'll go ask Sister Phoenix to dance."