Xie Xubai spoke slowly, "To like someone, as long as you haven't hurt others, there's nothing wrong."
Huo Sijiao looked at him.
Enveloped in the moonlight.
The man was tall and straight, suddenly a bit dazzling.
She suddenly thought of the poems and verses she had read in school.
Stalwart as jade, standing upright as pines.
When thinking of a gentleman, his warmth is like jade. In his simple abode, he disrupts... my heart's tune.
Huo Sijiao's voice was very soft: "Thank you."
The discomfort in her heart eased a bit with his words. Shen Xuanzhi's disdain was the greatest defeat in her twenty-three years of life.
It nearly made it impossible for her to face herself, giving rise to self-doubt.
She slowly walked into the villa.
"Eh!"
Behind her, Ning Yuan made a grossly flattering noise, "Xie Xubai, are you possessed by a ghost? You're really not yourself. How could you, as emotionless and desireless as a bodhisattva in a temple, take a girl home?"
