That fire trapped Song Tianyao for more than a decade, burning him into the image of a gentle, refined prince.
Restraint, grace, knowing when to advance and retreat... Lu Qing watched him squeeze himself into those constraints, bit by bit. She kept wanting to get closer and pull him out. But for all his seeming lack of restraint, he was trapped in the raging fire he had kindled himself, until he had nowhere left to retreat and nowhere left to hide.
“Lu Qing, are you planning to hide in there and never come out?”
“Song Tianyao, do you think you’re some lone hero in a storybook? You don’t tell me a damn thing, so I have to investigate everything myself! Who do you think I am?”
“Ansheng? Your father told me that your courtesy name is Ansheng. Now tell me, whose life does he want you to keep safe? Yours, or those of all the people in this realm?”
This is my first time posting a story ^-^ Please forgive any shortcomings (????ω????)
Not bad, keep at it