Inside the tent, a brief silence fell between the two.
Ye Lingyue didn't respond immediately, and Wu Zhong didn't press her further, his temper lately being uncharacteristically pleasant.
Ye Lingyue herself couldn't understand why she'd suddenly run into such a streak of romantic fortune.
Xiahou Qi, Feng Xun, and now Wu Zhong, one after another, had professed their love for her as if they'd arranged it beforehand.
Xiahou Qi was easy enough to deal with; she only saw him as a friend, and rejected him without any hesitation or lingering sentiment.
But Feng Xun and Wu Zhong were different cases entirely, and even Ye Lingyue, as slow to notice as she could be, was aware of that.
Feng Xun's confession was warm and gentle, much like himself. She didn't know when it started, but he had taken up a place in her heart, sending her emotions fluttering like a startled fawn.
