Ash fell, and as Ling Tianyu stared at the bloodshot eyes of Duan Yanran, his heart was heavy, and the love suppressed within burst forth from his very core.
This surge of love overwhelmed him, shooting straight to his brain, yet his rational mind kept him fully alert, knowing the consequences of yielding were beyond his imagination.
His parents were still trapped, their lives hanging by a thread. With such pressing matters awaiting him, how could he possibly consider marriage at this crucial juncture?
Seeing his family unable to emerge from the seal, invisible to him, deaf to his words, brought him immense pain. Talking of love at such a time filled him with guilt.
He also knew that Duan Yanran was a descendant of the Old Man. His last appearance had been to ensure her safety, and the robed man had emphasized that he must protect her well; clearly, she was of great importance, and he should harbor no desires beyond propriety.
