The garden was quieter now.
No nobles. No whispers.
Just falling petals and the weight of everything they hadn’t resolved.
Li Yue stood beneath the blossoms, her thoughts louder than the silence around her.
“You’re avoiding me.”
She didn’t turn this time.
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
His voice was closer now.
Always closer.
“What do you want from me?” she asked suddenly.
The question cut through everything.
Sharp. Honest. Necessary.
Silence followed.
Then—
“You.”
She turned.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one that matters.”
He stepped closer, gaze unwavering.
“I want you to stop standing halfway between staying and leaving.”
Her breath caught.
“I want you to choose.”
“And if I don’t?”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“Then I’ll choose for you.”
There it was again.
That edge.
That dangerous, possessive certainty.
But this time—
She didn’t step back.
Instead, she moved closer.
“Then listen carefully,” she said softly.
His gaze locked onto hers.
“I didn’t come here to survive the palace.”
A step closer.
“I came here to change my fate.”
Another.
“And somehow…”
Now there was no space between them.
“…you became part of it.”
Something shifted in his expression—something real, unguarded.
And that was all it took.
He pulled her in—
And kissed her again.
Not like before.
This wasn’t tension.
This wasn’t hesitation.
This was choice.
Her hands found him just as quickly, pulling him closer, refusing to let the moment slip away this time.
The world faded again—but now it wasn’t escape.
It was clarity.
When they broke apart, their breaths uneven, hearts no longer guarded—
“I choose you,” she whispered.
And for once—
He didn’t hide what that meant to him.