How could he refuse her?
There was simply no way to turn her down at all.
"All right… I promise you," Silas said, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes, voice roughened by emotion. "But this is not an exchange. I will agree to whatever you desire."
As he spoke, Yue Ran's eyelashes trembled ever so slightly, akin to the delicate flutter of a butterfly's wings— both lovely and tinged with an undercurrent of pitifulness.
The warmth of his grip enveloped her fingertips, pressed gently against his chest, resting over the very spot where his heart beat steadily beneath the fabric.
When Yue Ran felt that there seemed to be something beneath her hand, she shrank her fingers, wanting to pull away. Yet Silas held her there, unwilling to let her go. Instead, he took out the hair clip that glinted with an exquisite emerald gemstone— a striking piece that seemed to capture the essence of the forest itself— with his free hand.
