As the two of them laid there, Milo couldn't help but gaze down at her. Normally, this was the time he'd get up, take a shower, and leave, before she ever woke up. If it was an especially fun night, he would've left a note. But he wasn't going to leave. His very being knew that this is where he wanted to be. He'd never felt a passion quite like he had with Xiao Yu. Every city he'd been to, every case he'd solved, hell, even the other women he'd been with... None of them had this feeling. And the fresh, exciting part of it was this wasn't ever something he'd felt before. One downside to a memory like his, everything only ever seemed new once. Yet, it wasn't like that with her. Being with her felt unique.<br/><br/>He knew what infatuation was, hell, he'd been the victim to it a couple times when he was younger, but it wasn't anything like this. She seemed to have that part that was missing from every other woman he'd been with. Like the one puzzle piece that finally fit. Her soft features still glimmered in the light pouring in from the windows of her room. And she looked so damn beautiful and peaceful in her sleep, he realized he was staring at her. But it seemed like admiring a masterful art piece. She was something truly of beauty, and for a moment, he thought he didn't care about her being stuck in a wheelchair.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The main hall was stunning, although Lengxie was a constable and An Bo hadn't expected anything less, the sight still took his breath away. Bright crimsons and pure whites lined every wall, beautiful golden decorations surrounding him. While Wuqing deserved every coin invested into this, it still had to be the biggest display of wealth he'd ever been part of. Even most of the people present were dressed like they were attending the Emperor's own wedding. He'd found his best attire, which still looked like tattered cloth in comparison to the wonder Lengxie had arranged.<br/><br/>Looking around, there were several faces he knew only through Wuqing, and a twinge of happiness came to him when he saw his own father. Much like himself, An Bo's father didn't look like most of the wealthy people around them. But the happiness in his father's eyes burned just as bright as his own, and he was happy to not miss out on having his father here. There wasn't too many people that An Bo would be able to invite regardless, but his father was the most important anyway. Something still shocked him about how much he was defying the crown right now. If Taizi caught wind of this, which he inevitably would, then there was little to stand in the way of the Heaven's wrath and his meager self. But Wuqing was worth it. And if she agreed, then that was all he needed to know.<br/><br/>Almost as if it were on cue, the woman bust through rushing straight to Lengxie. It was the first time he'd seen her since the bridge. She still looked just as beautiful as she had, and he felt his heart jump in his chest. She looked flush, and if he didn't know better, he'd say she'd been crying. None of it detracted from her sheer beauty, and he had to restrain himself from running to her then and there.