Having given her his life, what else does he have left?
There remains his dignity.
To love someone is to stoop into the dust, and then bloom from it.
She doesn't want him to stoop down.
So, she kisses him, stopping the words that were about to escape his lips.
Then... Su Yan could hardly enjoy her meal in peace.
Within the palace.
Feng Yu holds Su Yan in his arms, enfolding her to his chest.
Plain congee, simple dishes, and some fruits.
Each bite fed into her mouth.
She should be accustomed to eating like this by now.
After all, Feng Yu has been attending to her for more than a day or two.
But, does he, does he have to look at her like that??
So intensely, so fervently.
A subtle restraint, mixed with excitement and indescribable emotions.
Feng Yu's gaze has never once shifted from her.
As she swallows a mouthful of congee.
Lifting her hand, wanting to shield herself from that scorching gaze.
Taken by him, gently held in his hand, kissed lightly.
