"By chance..."
Li Yuntang repeated her words, his eyes drooped with a mournful spring sadness, his voice hoarse and tinged with disappointment, the long eyelashes hiding the expression in his eyes.
As it turns out, being good-looking is indeed an advantage.
Even though it's nearly impossible for Second Master Li to be genuinely upset over something so trivial, his handsome melancholy was still very moving, making one want to comfort him.
Yan Xiaye looked at him helplessly, wanting to speak but stopping halfway, she said softly: "Because I never thought you would propose to me..."
So how could she dare dream of a wedding between the two of them?
Her intention was merely to explain a little, yet it made Li Yuntang's eyes deepen, and when he looked at her, his gaze was full of affection.
Realizing that he was indeed pretending, Yan Xiaye was flustered and bit her lip lightly. Her porcelain-white cheeks still tinged with red as she turned her head away, ignoring him.
