Beside the carriage, Feng Xun's hand hovered in the air.
He just stood there quietly, slowly lowering his hand.
"She is indeed thoughtful, Prince Feng. She treats you so well; do you still want to be with her? You will harm her," the voice of Heavenly Venerate drifted from behind.
"Heavenly Venerate, you must have never loved someone. If you had, you'd find that when you love someone, you become very selfish. You can't bear to hand her over to someone else; that person can only be me," Feng Xun turned around and smiled faintly.
The conversation in the carriage continued.
A ripple of emotion, for the first time, appeared in the eyes of Heavenly Venerate, who had seen through worldly affairs.
How could he have not loved before? If he didn't love, why would he willingly stand by her side for over a decade?
There's a kind of love that is to hold the hand of your child.
And another kind of love that is to gaze at each other from afar.
