1590 Meeting (4)

"No, Liuyun, I... "

Lan Xiu wanted to say something, but Dongfang Liuyun had already raised her hand to stop him—

"Besides, I'm afraid there's no chance now. You're my most respected friend and companion. I hope that you can live authentically, happily, and not sell your marriage out of sympathy. You've had it tough these past few years. We even agreed that when you get married, I would at least prepare a generous gift for you. I've already prepared the gift, but I haven't had the chance to give it away yet... "

"Liuyun! You know very well that I don't have any sympathy for you, you know my feelings for you, but... With my abilities now I should be able to protect you, I can protect you and not be like before. I can do better, why do you... "

Lan Xiu's dark eyes were filled with traces of pain. He reached out and grabbed Dongfang Liuyun's shoulders, locking onto her cold eyes tightly—