"Love itself is something that can't be explained in a single sentence. What certainties could there possibly be?"
Yu Yaoguang fixed her almond-shaped eyes on Fang Shuwen, her gaze pointed and full of meaning.
Fang Shuwen nodded in agreement. Still, he found her gaze a bit scorching and cleared his throat with a cough.
"You can't really just let things take their own course, can you?"
"Of course not."
Yu Yaoguang smiled faintly.
"I've had people following them in secret for a while now. No matter what, Dongfang Wujiu is still the Young Mansion Master of Wentian Mansion.
"We can't let him be ruined at the hands of that enchantress.
"But according to my people's reports, it seems there's really something budding between them.
"That Gu Lianhua was injured at the Yuqing Banquet, and Dongfang Wujiu has been taking her everywhere, rushing about to find doctors and medicine.
