The next morning.
After Deng Tianxin and the other two finished breakfast, Deng Tianxin followed a guiding disciple across the threshold, then suddenly paused.
Tang Yuehua stood by the window, dressed in a moon-white gown, her long hair loosely gathered over one shoulder.
Hearing the door open, she turned to look at him. A faint blush rose on her cheeks, yet she still greeted him openly and gracefully.
"Yuehua." Deng Tianxin spoke first. His tone was calmer than he had expected, though his gaze lingered on her face for quite some time.
Yuehua is even more beautiful than before.
"Tianxin." Tang Yuehua called softly, her voice gentler than before and carrying a trace of nervousness.
Unable to stop herself from studying Deng Tianxin, only one thought kept circling through her heart: he had grown up.
Tang Zhen sat behind the desk. Seeing the two of them like this, he smiled and rose to his feet, saying that he still had sect business to handle. With his hands behind his back, he strolled out, leaving the morning sunlight and silence to them.
Deng Tianxin stepped forward without beating around the bush. "Sect Master Tang mentioned the marriage proposal to me last night. I agreed to it and said I would come ask you myself. So here I am. Just one question: are you willing?"
Tang Yuehua had not expected him to be so direct. Her cheeks instantly burned even hotter, and even her earlobes turned red.
She lowered her eyes, her fingers twisting her sleeves until they wrinkled. After a long while, she softly replied, "Of course I am willing."
Then, feeling that she had been too forward, Tang Yuehua hurriedly added, "It's just that I'm older than you, and my cultivation is inferior to yours. If I can't help you