“Zetian, every time you choose to look at me, I know for certain that there’s a place for me in your heart.” My eyes widen, vision splintering with tears. My mouth slackens in wonder. Yes, there is. There will always be a place for him. And this is why. This is why. “My fifth son is not the type to fall in love.” Gao Qiu’s words intrude into my thoughts, but I scatter them like dust. Yizhi met me when I was a powerless frontier girl. What ulterior motive could he have possibly carried for this long?
