"A long time ago, I made a promise to myself that I would shatter the heavens, burn my own karma to ash, do whatever I could do, just to sit here in this garden and watch you scowl at me. Do not ask me to quantify a sacrifice, little bird, when the reward I received is sitting right in front of me."
Ji'an's brain short-circuited.
If Xiao Yichen had said something like that, it would have been wrapped in a threat of murder.
If Xie Wangchen had said it, the courtyard would be covered in three feet of black ice.
But Lin Feng said it with calm, unshakeable sincerity.
Ultimately, it was pure devotion of a brother to his sister, delivered without an ounce of shame or hesitation.
A burning flush erupted across Ji'an's cheeks, spreading rapidly to the tips of her ears.
She felt her heart hammer in a chaotic rhythm against her ribs.
She slapped his hand away, scrambling backward on the stone bench so fast she nearly tipped it over.
