His love

When Willow first saw the pillow, she found it somewhat amusing. But as she thought about the concubine’s lover, who had died to save her, she felt a sudden, Inexplicable sadness. 

Kenan was also in a coma because he was trying to save her. 

Willow’s graceful movements seemed to fill the air with an eternal sadness. Despite her enchanting face and seductive gaze, a hint of unspeakable loneliness lingered in her eyes. 

It was as if she was completely disconnected from the bustling world around her. 

Even the king’s power and favor could not compare to the joy of seeing her beloved riding away and glancing back with a brilliant smile. 

When Willow raised her arms, she accidentally agitated the wound on her back, causing her pain. But remembering Kenan’s words from the night before, she felt an inexhaustible strength rise within her. 

Willow wanted to hold her head high for him. She did not want to be a lowly bug in the gutter but to shine brilliantly, even if just for once. 

Her feet were delicate and petite, smaller than an adult’s palm. Her skin was so white and fair that she seemed to have emerged from a ray of light. 

This captivating sight left the audience spellbound, both men and women alike. 

Matthew knew Wilhelmina disliked Willow. He shouldn’t have been looking at Willow. 

But Matthew couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exquisite feet at that moment. He even felt an impulse 

to cover her feet with his coat, to shield them from other men’s gazes. 

Wilhelmina and Skyler could have left after their auditions but chose to stay. They were eagerly anticipating that Willow would stumble because of the broken heels. 

But to their surprise, Willow boldly chose to take the stage barefoot. Her feet were as enchanting as her 

face. 

Wilhelmina’s face contorted with hatred as she noticed Matthew’s gaze seemingly glued to Willow’s face. She tried to control her expression, gripping Matthew’s arm tightly. 

“Matt…” 

Wilhelmina thought that reminding Matthew would make him realize his inappropriate behavior. But his gaze remained fixated on Willow’s feet as if under a spell. 

Her desperate voice went unnoticed by Matthew. 

But Zayn heard her and instinctively glanced in Matthew’s direction. That glance made him want to dig out Matthew’s eyes. 

Zayn didn’t understand how Matthew dared to stare blatantly at the flirtatious woman. 

Besides, as a promiscuous woman, Willow should have known how seductive she could be. It was shameless of Willow to flaunt herself in public. 

Zayn wanted to drag Willow off the stage in a fit of jealousy. He wanted to break her legs and ensure she could never dance and seduce men again. 

After the concubine finished dancing, she seemed to have exhausted all her energy. 

Stumbling and swaying in a drunken stupor, she sobbed as she hugged her lover tightly. She had poured every ounce of love she had harbored over her entire lifetime into that embrace. 

marry you! Just wake u 

Willow’s next line would have been to say, “Roman, I’ll and I’ll marry you!” 

According to the script, Willow should have said the same line while holding the pillow. 

Yet she was already lost in her own grief. As she clung tightly to the pillow, a despairing plea filled her bloodshot eyes. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Willow exclaimed, “Mr. Dawson, I’ll marry you! Just wake up, and I’ll marry you! I vow to be with you in life. and to follow your soul in death!” 

The air around Zayn seemed to freeze. He wondered if he had heard her right.