With nary an expression on his face, he turned to face Jin Jiuchi, a furrow forming between his delicate brows. "That doesn't count," he said with a tone full of disapproval. "Make another wish."
But Jin Jiuchi, as infuriating as ever, simply tilted his head and asked, "Why?"
Why, he asked…?
Shen Nianzu's lips pursed with a faint hint of displeasure. He could not understand why Jin Jiuchi was doing this right now. Why ruin the perfect mood between them? This was a dream—an ethereal, beautiful dream that existed only for the two of them, so why must he—
"Nian'er," Jin Jiuchi gently took his hand, interrupting his spiraling thoughts. "You never asked me. You knew I could move between worlds, but you never asked me to send you back to your world. Why?"
