Morning light flowed along Shi Feiyang's brow, shattering into ten thousand little stars in Xue Li's eyes. "When you've helped the officers and soldiers finish quelling the rebellion in Bozhou, I want you to marry me in full eight-carriage bridal procession, with a proper matchmaker and formal rites." She bit her lower lip, the tips of her ears flushing pink. "And I want our names carved all over the wedding candles."
Shi Feiyang suddenly clasped the back of her neck, and his kiss fell fast and heavy.
The wildflowers beneath the broken wall rustled and shivered in the gust of air, yet he only held her tighter, as though he meant to knead all the tenderness of his remaining years into this single kiss.
When Xue Li finally pushed him away, breathless, little flames were burning in Shi Feiyang's eyes. "How could it be only an eight-carriage procession? I'll let the whole world know that Shi Feiyang's bride is the brightest star under heaven."
