She figured Zheng Xiu would, at most, get close but not go all the way… After all, they were Orchids. Just Orchids. 'Who made us into Orchids?' she wondered. 'What did we do wrong?' Then again, they were also pitiful souls who had become Mystics for no reason at all. As Feng Bei thought about it, she felt a strange sense of kinship with them, born from shared misfortune.
Zheng Xiu breathed in the faint scent of her hair, so close to his neck. The familiar scene stirred old memories, and the past ten years flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
"How about this year…"
Zheng Xiu said casually, his voice as light and airy as a cloud.
"Hmm?"
Feng Bei's nose twitched, and she let out a soft hum like a kitten.
"I'll have the Monk come back. The Monk and Second Lady can act as the parents for both sides. We'll ask Xi'er to play the role of matchmaker, and we can get engaged."
Xi'er's name just sounded auspicious.
Feng Bei was silent.
