梁山伯与祝英台 3

I smoothed the dress over my hips and lifted my chin. Why does wearing a beautiful dress feel powerful?

I had loved Liang Shanbo as a girl. But now I loved him as a woman.

He stood in the doorway, tall and strong, the sunlight glinting off his dark hair. He was stunning. I had to catch my breath.

I walked toward him. “ Liang Shanbo, ” I said. I gave up the idea of pretending to be my own sister.

I was done pretending to be anything other than what I was. “ I’m Zhu Yingtai. ”

He stood still. The only movements in the room were his eyes looking me up and down. “ You’re magnificent, ” he finally said quietly.