"Junior Brother, where do you come up with these phrases? 'So charming even flowers would bloom'?"
Shui Yun shot him a sidelong glance and quietly placed her hand on the back of his.
Across from them, the Fourth Young Master's heart was about to shatter.
He had harbored a secret crush for over a decade, but he had never even held her hand.
This Tang Wen had only been here for a few days, yet he was already so intimate with Shui Yun!
They... they couldn't have already...
The Fourth Young Master closed his eyes, his heart twisting in agony. Veins bulged on the hand that gripped his treasured sword.
Sensing something, Shui Yun glanced over at him and sent a voice transmission to Tang Wen. "You need to be careful of this Fourth Young Master."
Hearing the cold indifference in her voice, Tang Wen understood: it was the classic relationship of a goddess and her self-deluded admirer, waiting in vain.
