Upon hearing Tang San's words, Xiao Wu felt as though a bomb of ice and fire had been dropped right into her heart, instantly sending it into turmoil. Half of it was sweetness—a sweetness resembling an overturned honey jar, its thick nectar bubbling and flowing to soak through her heart without restraint. It was sweet enough to make the tip of her heart tremble, every beat seemingly singing a joyful melody of happiness.
The other half, however, was a profound sense of worry. That worry weighed heavily on her chest like a massive, oppressive block of lead, leaving her barely able to breathe. Her brows knitted together involuntarily, the graceful arch of her brow bearing the weight of a thousand pounds. Deep within, two diametrically opposed emotions clashed fiercely, plunging her thoughts into chaos.
What felt sweet were Third Brother's resolute and resounding words: that his heart held only her, and that he would marry no one else. Every single one of those affectionate vows seemed like a living sprite, leaping and laughing, sweeping gently across her heart like a warm spring breeze. Wherever that spring breeze passed, flowers bloomed in abundance and lush green grass flourished, filling her heart with boundless joy and satisfaction.
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