Bai Junhao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant scenery, feeling a deep heaviness in his heart, though he didn't show it. Heaven always seemed to favor Beitang Yao; it would close a door on him, but surely open a large window for him at another moment.
In this world, there truly is no absolute fairness.
"Hey, Junhao, what are you thinking about?" Du Ziheng noticed Bai Junhao standing silently by the window, lost in thought, feeling somewhat left out. He got up and walked over, gently patting Bai Junhao's shoulder.
Bai Junhao snapped back to reality and chuckled, "Zi Heng, Yao's woman is not someone you can afford to provoke. If you don't want anything to happen to Xia Qingqian, keep your distance from her. Don't let Yao develop any hostility towards you."
