The two cups of wedding wine were pushed away and refused, yet they were still fought over. The two women put loyalty first, yielding to each other, though neither truly wished to yield.
Chen Yi was always more sensitive to the word "affection" than women were, as if witnessing a ripple and knowing the dragonfly just passed. Sometimes, he felt somewhat sentimental, holding a snowflake about to fall, placing it on his eyebrow, missing other women, seeming both affectionate and infatuated, like the beautiful young man in a book, pitying his own shadow...
Yet each time Little Fox saw this, she couldn't help but laugh.
This occasionally caused Chen Yi to crack a little, helplessly having no choice but to bully her well at night to vent his resentment for a time.
His thoughts drifted slightly away, then swiftly returned. Chen Yi's gaze swept over the two women, that trace of greed no longer hidden.
The candle flame suddenly flickered.
