Chapter 177: Setting Crazy Traps for the Hero

Death is the most trivial thing I am willing to do for you.

When these words reached Tiya's ears, she stood still in daze, subconsciously releasing the hem of her skirt that she had been holding onto.

There were no flowery expressions of speech, nor were there any vows of eternal love as grand as mountains and seas.

It was merely the most ordinary of promises.

Uttered by the youth, it was as casual as asking "Have you eaten?"

Had it been any other time, Tiya would have certainly felt repulsed by such words spoken by a man.

Even Xiya, the brother she admired, was a man of action rather than words.

To do more and talk less was his signature.

He seldom indulged in what was considered traditionally romantic.

Therefore, Tiya had always prided herself on being hard to impress, unswayed by the inexplicably self-gratifying sweet-nothings, and she couldn't understand why other women, afflicted by their romantic fantasies, would fall so easily for a few tender words.