"I'm here."
Ji Qingwu's voice was soft and gentle.
The heat from Emperor Wu Su's body was rising, warming her face and making her heart race.
The lamplight cast the shadow of their embrace onto the milky-white window paper.
Where she couldn't see, the emotions in the man's eyes finally erupted, a thousand times more intense than anything Ji Qingwu had ever witnessed before.
'If Ji Qingwu hadn't rejected Wei Ting today...'
'They never would have been allowed to marry.'
'What he craved, what he wanted, he would never again surrender to another.'
An unknown amount of time passed, so long that Ji Qingwu's eyelids grew heavy and she felt drowsy.
She opened her hazy eyes and saw that the candle within the lampshade on the table had already burned down by more than half.
Emperor Wu Su hadn't moved an inch.
Even when she held Jiu Jiu, her arms and legs would go numb after a while, let alone him holding a full-grown person like her.
