The Legend of Qin: Ink-Colored Autumn Waters

Her expression grew dazed for a moment, then she lowered her head and smiled. "I want to go to the highest place, somewhere I can look down on everything." "If you ask me..." Her breathing quickened. "It doesn't matter where you go. What matters is being able to go wherever you want, wherever your heart desires. That alone is enough." She smiled, but a bone-deep chill suddenly filled those astonishingly beautiful eyes, accompanied by a fierce, ruthless air. Anyone who saw her would be shocked to find such an expression on someone so frail, someone who had spent years teetering on the brink of death. "Mm..." She didn't really want to drink it. Nobody wanted more of that bitter, acrid medicine. She turned her face away. "Finish it, and I'll buy you candied hawthorns." After much deliberation (as if), Ji Ying finally gave in and opened her mouth. She cracked her eyes open and drank the medicine from the bowl. Then she handed the empty bowl to the man before her, keeping her eyes wide open as she reached out to tug at his robe. You promised... candied hawthorns...