Her head bowed lower and lower, her voice shaking: “My origin is humble, my nature vulgar. I took advantage of your generosity to express myself, taking this as a gamble hoping to escape from my clan’s arrangement.” She briefly paused, her voice growing even more fearful: “Regardless of whether my feelings for you are true or not, at the moment I did what I did, my motive wasn’t simply to find an escape. Since then, I’ve repeatedly evaded your questions whenever you asked. I’ve always felt sorry about this, so I’ve especially come here tonight hoping to have your forgiveness.”
At this time, she had bowed so low that it seemed she could not rise.
The starry sky and distant lights shed a faint sheen on her graceful and voluptuous curves and on her raven hair. Her tilt of the head gave her a beguilement that turned his mouth dry. Unconsciously, Wang Hong averted his gaze.
Only an instant later, however, he was turning his head to watch her, his eyes fathomless.