This sentence may seem a bit dramatic, but it truly conveyed Wanyan Jingchen's sincere heart. Ever since he saw that face at the tea house—the face that was made for both joy and sadness, a little face bejeweled with pear blossom tears—it had been deeply engraved in his heart. Her cries, her laughter, her shyness, her bewilderment, every expression was so vivid, so clear, making it impossible for him to forget.
He was deeply attracted to her and couldn't help but pay attention to her. Seeing her framed, ostracized from the Mansion, he felt sad for her, felt pain on her behalf; seeing her almost lose her life in the crazed horse carriage assassination, his heart ached unbearably, for the first time wishing to take the place of her man, wanting to take care of her, cherish her, to truly spend a lifetime with her.
