Wei Anning walked down the stairs, and Leng Youchen had already asked the butler to treat his wounds. When she approached him, he stretched out his hand, pulling her to sit between his legs. Seeing the worry on her face, he said softly, "I'm fine."
Wei Anning nodded, then remembered Yan Nanfei's tearful complaints, "Leng Youchen, how well do you know Lu Junxi?"
Leng Youchen furrowed his brows, pulling her to sit on his lap, "What happened?"
"Yan Nanfei said the Lu Family has come to propose marriage. Is Lu Junxi serious?" Wei Anning looked at him earnestly. If Lu Junxi was serious, then Nan Fei should be happy if she married into that family.
But what about Jiang Yang?
To Nan Fei, Jiang Yang was an unattainable flower on a high cliff. There might not be a future between them. Yet Jiang Yang was also Nan Fei's first love. If Lu Junxi forcibly married her, it might create a tragedy involving three people.
No, it would be Nan Fei's tragedy.
