Xianyu felt as though the letter in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
He knew Jingliu. She only seemed cold; in truth, she was thin-skinned and easily embarrassed.
In private, Jingliu could praise Xianyu openly.
When Xianyu tried to make her give up through veiled remarks, she would likewise use swords as a metaphor for people, hiding her true feelings in those seemingly ordinary words.
But she could not bring herself to say anything more intimate or romantic. She would only reveal her heart once Xianyu was asleep.
To Jingliu, giving him this final letter, something only those closest to her would receive...
This was her confession.
Jingliu knew perfectly well that Xianyu understood her, and she knew he would grasp what this final letter meant.
And so, for the first time ever, the undefeated Sword Champion had picked up a pen before battle. Like any ordinary Cloud Knight, she had sat at her desk, carefully weighing her words as she wrote this final letter that would never be opened.
How long would this war last? No one knew, but she could wait no longer.
No matter how useful that guide might be, she did not want to wait anymore.
Still, was confessing to Xianyu before battle a little underhanded? She would have to leave right afterward.
Jingliu stared at Xianyu without blinking, unwilling to miss a single change in his expression, and could not help laughing.
So even Xianyu, who was as steady as an elder and seemed to have weathered countless storms, could freeze on the spot when someone confessed to him?
She felt that Xianyu had been a bad influence on her.
Why else did she keep wanting to coax expressions out of him that she had never seen before?
Xianyu understood Jingliu's feelings, but instinctively sought