Bu Tingyue, who was just about to make a snarky comment, couldn't hold back anymore and stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at Yu Yao's current state.
Has she gone mad?
"Even if it's Yuchi, as long as there is love, then there shouldn't be a problem, right?" Yu Yao repeated again, looking pitiful yet full of affection.
As Yuchi sank into deep despair, she quickly said, "There's a martial arts competition not far from here. To express my sincerity, Yuchi, let's fight on the stage. I'm challenging you, and if you win, I'll give you gold and silver. But if you lose, then you'll have to marry... well, you'll have to become my most respected ideal husband, okay?"
Yuchi: "…"
