Xun Zihuai smiled bitterly, his heart filled with indescribable sadness. He knew that Your Majesty's heart was shut too tightly, almost impossible to open.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's impossible. Once the heart is moved, it cannot be exchanged."
Qiann Yan listened to Xun Zihuai's choking voice and saw his eyes turn red, with a dim shimmer of tears. She handed him a silk handkerchief: "I'm putting you through hardship."
"Is liking someone really this painful?" Qiann Yan looked at Xun Zihuai's reddened eyes, "Zihuai, you're almost crying."
"Didn't Your Majesty also once like someone?" Xun Zihuai didn't question why Qiann Yan didn't open her heart to him once; he couldn't bear to ask.
"If I say I didn't, would you believe me?"
Xun Zihuai: "If you say it, I believe you."
"Seems you don't believe it." Qiann Yan stood up, "Zihuai, aren't you skilled in fortune-telling? If you can predict, you'll know I'm telling the truth."
