"Oh, my aunt has left. In that case, I'll see you out."
Wen Lan brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, revealing her pure, beautiful face.
By now, Widow Yu had already left to go look after her daughter.
Only Wen Lan and Fang Yue remained.
Wen Lan didn't leave right away. Instead, she looked at Fang Yue, intending to personally see him off.
Of course, it was also because she had a few things on her mind. She wanted to warn Fang Yue, to make this "country bumpkin" understand his place.
Fang Yue didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at the young woman before him.
In those days, without technological enhancements, beauty was natural and unadorned—like a lotus rising from clear water. Wen Lan had fair skin, and because she practiced Martial Arts, her figure was shapely, firm, and alluring.
Among all the women Fang Yue had ever seen, she was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful.
"Alright."
