Chapter Eighty-One
More than a decade ago, when faced with tens of thousands of alien starship warships that had passed through a wormhole, the underage alpha had shown neither surprise nor panic. He had not even furrowed his brow.
Who could have imagined it?
More than a decade later, the alpha had become the ruler of the star system, yet an omega's sudden confession made his pupils contract, his lips part slightly, and his mind go blank for an instant.
The meaning of white hyacinths was love one dared not reveal.
Ye Nanxun said he did not know how to thank him, but only Yan Beiyou knew that after leaving the manor, he had already received the most precious gift Ye Nanxun could give him.
Two bouquets, six white hyacinths in total.
They had been frozen in ice, displayed within a picture frame, and hung on the wall of his study.
Yan Beiyou had never cared about the immense disparity in their identities and status.
He was the one with the advantage, so naturally, he did not need to consider it or be bound by it.
Precisely because of that, he needed to consider the unease and uncertainty the other person might feel.
His favorable impression at first sight had been hidden deep in his heart.
Day after day, bit by bit.
The distance between them had narrowed.
Fondness became admiration, admiration became affection, and that affection only grew deeper.
Because he liked him, he cared.
Because he cared, he was cautious.
The hints before anything had been made clear were already obvious enough.
The ice and snow melted, and spring flowers bloomed.
Today was a good day to make their feelings clear.
The ruler of the star system silently gathered his emotions, rehearsing his words again and again.
His