The night was like spilled ink, the twilight clouds had dispersed, leaving a few solitary stars twinkling, much like Yue Chen's mood at the moment.
"Young man, accept my heritage, become the true king of the Chi Mei Clan, and reclaim your domain," Su Xi's aged yet wise voice echoed endlessly around his ears.
He did not wish to be any king, reminded of the moment they were separated, so close yet so suffocating for Yue Chen.
He simply wanted to be an ordinary person, holding onto his own slice of happiness.
Looking at his own frail hands, he was reminded of her, bleeding profusely when they were on the Spring Path.
The wound was excruciatingly painful, yet she insisted on smiling through the pain.
He thought, to protect her, even if just once.
Being an ordinary person and the young master of the Blood Cherry Duke Mansion, he would never be able to stand tall and protect her all his life.
