She remained standing there, still motionless, her gaze fixed on the dagger with the leather sheath.
Lu Ziyuan followed her gaze and looked down, saying, "When I went to Lingnan that year, I heard that there was an ironworking family there, so I ordered that pair of daggers."
He had been more composed than his peers since childhood, and as he grew older, he became increasingly reserved. The straightforward love of a youth placed upon him seemed very deep, yet perhaps only half of it was ever revealed in small, subtle ways.
For instance, he never mentioned how frantic he was to return upon hearing the news of her snow blindness.
But upon returning, she was busy seeking out other men.
Music, companionship, gentle comfort.
It was the first time he tasted the bitterness of jealousy and the first time he feared another man so intensely.
