"The only thing I'm attached to in this world is you."
Zhu Xiang's voice was as Qingya and gentle as ever, especially when he looked at her with the utmost tenderness in his eyes.
It was rare for him to gaze at her so closely, he didn't even dare blink, for fear that she would disappear if he did.
"What nonsense are you talking about, the world is at least more interesting than it was a thousand years ago, and you shouldn't always be so sullen. You should go out and see it, the world is so vast, it's fascinating out there, and nobody knows who they might meet in the next second."
A thousand years ago, Ye Xiao found Zhu Xiang's life dull, spending all day only knowing how to paint bamboo. A thousand years later, he was still just as dull, rumored to be coaxed by the Zhu Family with the reputation of a millennium genius of the Ancient Clan becoming nothing more than the Zhu Family's figurehead. What's the point of that? It's not what he wanted after all.
