Being directly confessed to by an ancient prince, Han Lei was at a loss. Despite her usual excellence, she inexplicably felt some panic arise in her heart.
"I myself am a warrior who crawled and fought through the sandy soil, so my princess consort doesn't need to be a noble lady; as long as she is who I like, that's enough."
Zhao Zun's gaze grew deeper and deeper. As he spoke, he lifted his hand to press against his chest, because that was where he kept his Love Lock.
Yesterday, when Han Lei asked him to accompany her in finding a way back, he couldn't refuse, but felt very lost at heart. Knowing Han Lei could never return, he was excited the whole night, feeling as if the entire world was filled with sunshine.
Last night he planned to find a suitable opportunity to confess to Han Lei. Today, Han Lei unexpectedly came to him.
Could there be a better opportunity than this?
So, he unhesitatingly took the initiative.
