The official and public announcement of the betrothal of you and him has got Xian furious. He does not want to marry you — plain and simple.

He’s not interested in romance. He’s perfectly content with himself.

“This is torture.” he grumbles to himself, his arms crossed over his chest.

He leans against the wall in the only empty hallway in the hotel, tipping his head back on a sigh. He’s so lost in his angry thoughts that the he didn't hear the footsteps approaching.