Mo Liancheng enveloped her, his chin lightly resting against her forehead.
Their breaths were still, circulating quietly between them.
Qu Tan'er really liked leaning close like this, together in silence.
For a long time, a very long time.
"Tan'er, you must remember. In my eyes, nothing is more important than you. You are the most important, understand?"
"Mmm." She knew.
"If there's anything you don't want me to do, just tell me straight."
"Alright."
"Don't keep things bottled up inside."
"Yes."
"If you don't want me to be the Emperor, I can give it up too."
"..." Qu Tan'er's lazy eyes widened in shock as she looked at him.
What did he just say? That just for her... her heart trembled deeply. Her beautiful eyes moistened slightly, tears swirling in them but never falling. He had said as much—what more could she want? What more could there be? Could she really be so selfish as to make him give up the throne he had been striving for, for her sake?
