Nothing is more heartening than making a promise together.
Chu Heng resisted the urge to kiss her, seeing her head resting on his lap, with a smile on her lips. His large hand lay beside her ear, occasionally caressing her long hair.
The warm heat from his touch made Ye Muyu feel not cold at all, a smile playing on her lips.
"These fireworks are beautiful. When we have a chance in the future, we should develop even more beautiful ones."
"For instance, we could write your name, draw Nuanbao's smiling face."
"The plum blossoms Ziluo loves, the grand scenes that Lil' Jin favors, we can create them."
Chu Heng's hand at her ear didn't pause, his eyes smiling: "Sure, as long as you want to do it, we'll do it."
The weight of these words, if heard by others, would make them say Chu Heng was being unrealistic.
With power struggles at court, his current actions, once seen by others, could be used against him. Any misstep could lead to unforeseen consequences.
Yet he simply said it.
