Even more so, the words of his confession had been carefully crafted; he didn't want to use clichéd sweet nothings, and with his disposition, he couldn't bring himself to utter such words. The mere thought made him feel a chill all over his body. So, he wracked his brains for over half a month before he finally came up with that line, "To trade the bustling splendor of the Sheng Shi era for a lifetime with Lanshan."
Everything had been meticulously prepared.
Yet all his carefully laid plans had become obsolete before they could take effect.
Deep in her heart, there was someone she loved, and he was Han Chengchi, his own brother.
That night, he had sat alone in the square for a long, long time—so long that dawn had begun to lighten the sky—before he slowly stood up and went home.
His confession had ended before it even began.
Back then, pride certainly mattered to him—he knew she liked someone else and feared that his confession would be rejected by her.
