Upon leaving the tavern, they were greeted by a burst of brightness, and everything in sight became clear and distinct.
Fu Jinghen withdrew his gaze from Wen Qiao's face and walked steadily forward, carrying her, "If your face were a little redder, I might have believed your tall tale."
"....."
Wen Qiao fell silent for a moment and then from his words, she inferred another meaning, "Then if you don't believe what I'm saying, why are you still carrying me?"
The young girl's eyes captured the light from the crystal chandelier above, sparkling even more brilliantly.
"Shall I put you down now?" Fu Jinghen made as if to loosen his grip.
"I know why you're carrying me now!" Wen Qiao immediately tightened the arm hooking around Fu Jinghen's neck, her voice rising in pitch.
Fu Jinghen looked at her, raising his eyebrows in response.
"Because you're kind-hearted, broad-minded, tolerant, amiable, benevolent, and responsible."
"..."
Fu Jinghen: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
