He silently pondered, but he did not voice his thoughts.
If he were to speak out, how could he face her?
At that moment, the sun hung high in the sky, and the crimson afterglow over the mountaintop fell upon them both, as if they were draped in a splendid layer of rosy light. Truth be told, Zhan Se had harbored hatred toward him for so long, but now, as she looked into the sincerity within his eyes, she found herself inexplicably smiling, and the resentment settled at the bottom of her heart was scattered away by the mountain wind.
"Yan Zhan, actually I... I don't know why, but I don't hate you as much as I thought I did," she said.
"I know!" He said softly, looking down, suddenly touching her head with a sigh that held a trace of detection, "The wind is strong at the mountain top, let's go down. Remember to change your clothes for the banquet tonight."
Slapping away his hand, which was petting her like a little dog, Zhan Se couldn't hide her irritation.
