Chapter 946: The Talk That Had To Be Done
Next, Feng stared up at him, eyes shimmering now. Not with tears, but with something softer. Hope. Vulnerability. Something far more delicate than her usual bratty fire.
And for once, the sharp-tongued girl didn’t snap back, didn’t deflect with sarcasm or wit.
She just stood there, biting her lip, heart thundering, waiting. "Yes...?"
"I friendzoned you, without addressing things properly. And considering everything we went through... That’s not right. It’s not fair to you as the awesome person that you are. I wish to change that."
She stood there, frozen, staring up at him with a complex expression. A dozen emotions collided in her sharp eyes. Shock, hope, pride, and above all, confusion.
"... I am listening, Quinlan," she whispered, her voice quieter than usual.
Quinlan’s hand remained on her shoulder, firm and grounding. And just like that, the cheeky, confident girl who had once messed around with the god-slayer-in-training suddenly found herself swallowing hard, uncertain whether to laugh, cry, or run.
"You’ve seen it now," he began quietly, nodding toward where Ayame stood mere moments ago speaking with Blossom and Lucille, laughing, radiant in her calm and pride.
"You know that your body—your figure—has never been a factor in how I treat or feel about you. Ayame isn’t some curvy seductress. She’s slender, composed... and yet, she’s one of the most captivating women I’ve ever known."
His gaze returned to Feng, warm and sincere.
"I have zero reservations about the fact that one day, you’ll grow into that ’jade-skinned, nation-toppling beauty’ you love to tout yourself as. That isn’t the issue."