His strong chest carried a faint honey tone, his bare figure was lean, muscular, and beautiful—utterly flawless.
The dragon head on his chest was bold and fierce, vivid in its design. The dragon's body coiled over his shoulder, extending down his arm, exuding a mix of sensuality and sharpness.
Yet this very man, at this moment, knelt before her like a timid husband, carefully offering up all the words buried deep in his heart.
To be honest, this requires courage for any man.
Men are, by nature, creatures of pride; their dignity lies in their reputation.
To strip them of their pride is to take away their dignity—it can leave them deeply humiliated.
But here he was, willingly kneeling, kneeling before her, pouring out his heart, even sharing the small, hidden emotions she might never have known—pleading for her forgiveness. What else could she say?
A surge of profound emotion filled her heart in that instant.
