Zhang Yuming quickly said, "Of course, it's not considered a grievance; as long as my cousin is happy."
The cousin, delicate and beautiful like the flowers and jade, was once intended by his grandmother to be matched with him, but solely due to his own cowardice, he ended up being led by the nose by his mother...
This missed opportunity was for a lifetime.
Vaguely, a touch of sourness emerged in his heart.
His cousin had always been extremely beautiful, even more stunning that year when he saw her in Jiangzhou, now a year later, she looked even more irresistibly beautiful, delicately charming.
Just standing there, speaking in such a light tone, she seemed clear-eyed and loving, exuding a charm so vivid and enticing.
Sneaking another glance, Zhang Yuming's heart's sourness gradually turned into a dull numbness.
It was at this moment that Ye Yiheng arrived.
As he stepped into the Yanyue Residence, he noticed an outsider through the eye veil and quickly held onto Song Guo's arm.
