The young face, the young body, vibrant and full of life, so different from his own aging and dusk.
The maid had already been taken in to warm the bed, a maid specifically for that purpose.
When he toppled warmth and overthrew beauty in bed, he always liked to cover their faces with a handkerchief, venting without emotion, thinking of the one who held the dearest place in his heart.
Because he cared too much, he never dared to be too reckless even in his moments of pleasure, fearing he might hurt her, afraid he might harm her.
Yet, from beginning to end, she never understood his feelings and love.
"Marquis!" Xi Yu called softly.
Her demeanor resembled that of the marchioness, her voice even more so like that of the marchioness in playful complaint.
The Marquis had been searching for a long time, for someone like her.
He dared not bring her before the marchioness.
"Xi Yu!" the Marquis called gently.
"This servant is here!"
"How long have you been with this Marquis?"
