Fengyu stared at him in astonishment. The rippling reflections on the lake highlighted Xie Xun's gentle features. She could sense the urgency and fear in his tone. Clearly, it was a proposal, something they had long awaited, yet it carried a hint of sorrow. Ever since learning about the parasite in her body, Xie Xun's emotions had been even worse than hers. Perhaps she had already come to terms with her fate—there was regret, but also tranquility. Yet Xie Xun could not accept it.
She and Xie Xun had discussed the wedding before. A rushed marriage would make Xie Xun fear wronging her, and she wished for the wars in Jiangnan to subside first. If not, she feared the soldiers might express dissatisfaction. In any case, six days from now would not be an appropriate time for a grand wedding.
