"It's not like that," Li Minghu interrupted him. "Though I was in a bad state back then, my rationality was unaffected. Agreeing with you was my own decision."
She once again showed a gentle smile:
"Looking back now, I'm really glad I made that choice."
"Really?" Yan Yu felt a bit embarrassed instead. "Well, that's good."
Passing through a sea of flowers, having observed countless people, yet struck by a single sentence from Li Minghu, left him bashful; sincerity truly is the best weapon.
The two gazed at each other in silence, reading emotions from each other's eyes. Yan Yu finally noticed that at some point, Li Minghu's eyes had been completely overwhelmed by a blood-red color that imbued her irises.
"Minghu, you..." he exclaimed in surprise.
Li Minghu suddenly kissed him.
