When Luo Xiu saw the tears welling in Luo Ying's eyes, he felt a sting in his heart.
Though he had forgotten everything, he could imagine Luo Ying must have suffered greatly over the years.
"I can agree to your request, but I have two conditions," he said.
"Your Majesty, just say the word," Luo Ying said eagerly. "Ying'er will do anything for you!"
Luo Xiu said, "First, stop calling me Your Majesty—I always find it a bit odd."
"Then... how should Ying'er address Your Majesty?"
Luo Xiu suggested, "Why not try calling me 'handsome' to see how it sounds?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Ying couldn't help but laugh. "Then how about I call you Young Master from now on?"
"That works too."
"Your Ma... Young Master, what is the other thing you want Ying'er to do?"
Luo Xiu spoke plainly, "From now on, you must not see yourself as my maid. I hope we can have an equal relationship."
