"I've told you, I like you." Qi Yan grabbed Shao Jing by her pale wrist, his face full of stubborn determination.
Shao Jing smiled faintly. "Your Highness, how many times have I said this? You are one of the finest men in the world. I, a humble commoner, neither like you nor deserve you."
She truly had no interest in love. She only wanted to live in peace and quiet, alone for the rest of her life.
"Your Highness, please conduct yourself with dignity." The words were spoken in the soft, lilting dialect of Wu, but from her fragrant lips they sounded indescribably cool and distant.
Having said all she would, Yun Shaojing coolly looked away and focused on the needle and thread dancing nimbly between her fingers.
The love between a man and a woman was like flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon mirrored in water. Only the exquisite embroidery in her hands could shine forever.
But Qi Yan insisted on pursuing her relentlessly.
To him, she was the bright moon in the highest heavens, a night-blooming flower that appeared only at midnight. Only he could look upon her, and only he could draw near.
Seeing that the woman he loved seemed ready to retreat into a convent, Qi Yan was the first to come to his senses.
Holding Shao Jing captive in his arms, he wantonly caressed the beauty of her face and smiled with tender affection:
"Yao Yao, if you ruin this heir's chance at marriage, which god or Buddha would dare take you in?"
(A writing exercise. Updates whenever I feel like it, so feel free to let chapters pile up!)
Theme: Accepting love and being loved with an open heart
