“You say you love me, but do you love me because you have those memories, or do you cherish those memories because you fell in love with me?” Qin Yihuan stares expressionlessly at the person opposite her and slowly asks the question.
“Does it make a difference? No matter what, the fact that I love you is real.”
“Does it make no difference?” Qin Yihuan repeats the words without a trace of emotion.
“And you? Did you get what you wanted from me? Did you get your wish?” Ye Shijing slowly approaches Ying’an, asking one word at a time.
“Of course I got my wish.” A smile spreads across Ying’an’s face, widening against her pallor.
Love is a nebulous thing to begin with. Even after living through two lifetimes, Qin Yihuan still can’t make sense of it. Where love begins and ends, where affection turns to hatred and parting: is this where it all stops, or is there another way?
A seemingly carefree, playful princess × a seemingly aloof, taciturn young general
Slow-paced
