Although surprised that Ou Yan had spoken up as well, Zhang Xiaohu did not wait for Ou Yan to speak. He strode quickly to Changge's side, raised a hand, and clasped hers!
Who would have thought that Changge would fling his hand off with a forceful shake.
Zhang Xiaohu reached out again and caught her hand once more.
Changge shook free again with force.
Zhang Xiaohu reached out again and grabbed her again. The two of them shook free from each other more than a dozen times in succession. At last, Changge could endure it no longer. She turned and threw herself into Zhang Xiaohu's arms, tears gushing forth like a spring as she choked out, "Xiaohu, I... I know I should congratulate you both. This is your wish, mine as well, and even more so the wish of several thousand Misty Sect disciples! But... but I cannot help this pain in my heart. It feels as though my heart has been torn apart with ease. The Cult Master... she would not let me disturb you, but... but I could not stop thinking of you, thinking of how good you were to me, thinking of everything about you. I... truly cannot bear to let you go!"
Zhang Xiaohu's eyes had reddened as well, yet determination still shone within them. Smiling, he stroked Changge's long hair as she leaned against his chest and said, "Rest assured, Changge. We will never part, whether in the past, the present, or the future."
Changge knew he was comforting her, and her arms tightened around him. She wanted only to hold Zhang Xiaohu back for one more moment.
Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaohu would turn back and say, "Cult Master, this disciple has already made his choice."
"I have seen it. Are you