Jin Zijin had a displeased look on his face as he dragged Gu Youyou into the room and asked in a deep voice, "What’s going on? Ajing has always been open-minded and rarely gets angry. He seed angry to ."
Gu Youyou said, "His mind is still muddled, and he hasn’t figured things out. I was just helping him sort it out."
"Hmm...?"
Gu Youyou said indifferently, "He clearly likes won who are as open-minded as he is, yet he mistakenly thinks he likes the demure and reserved type of noblewoman. If I don’t provoke him a bit, he can’t see it clearly."
Jin Zijin laughed and said, "So you noticed too? Haha, don’t worry, once he spends so more ti with the Commandery Princess, he’ll find he can’t stand it."
Gu Youyou was taken aback; so Jin Zijin knew as well.
The deeply troubled Yue Rujing lay alone on a long bench, his hand under his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
He was only a few years younger than Jin Zijin and was nearing thirty. In Zhuzhao Country, n who hadn’t married by thirty were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, mostly because they were too poor to afford marriage.
Had he not been born in the Dao Sect, he would have long been condemned by people.
His parents were anxious about his marriage prospects, which he could understand.
But after all, this was about spending a lifeti with soone; how could he just casually choose?
Lately, the weather had been stuffy and mosquito-infested.
A mosquito bit his leg, and he irritably slapped it dead.
He lifted his hand and found it covered in mosquito blood.
Love at its deepest requires the price of blood.
But what kind of person did he really like? He found it more bewildering than figuring out how to deal with Yu Jizi.
The stuffy weather made Yue Rujing loosen the collar of his shirt to let in so air. Seeing his bare chest, a strange feeling suddenly rose within him.
His mind, once full of clarity, turned into a jumble, and he absentmindedly placed his hand over his heart.
In his mory, this spot had once felt a warm and soft touch many years ago.
As he touched it, images of a woman’s bright smile, then confusion, anger, mockery—all sorts of expressions began to surface in his mind, and gradually, he saw the woman’s face clearly.
He was dumbfounded, tapping his face comically.
That face turned out to be Gu Youyou’s.
The annoying woman.
Only a guy like his senior brother, with no taste, would be attracted to a woman like her.
He laughed at himself and rubbed his temples.
Why would he think of her? It was too ridiculous; he must have been bothered by her. So Yue Rujing thought.
He didn’t go out for dinner that evening, having fallen asleep since mid-afternoon. Jin Zijin peeked into his room and, seeing he was sleeping soundly, didn’t wake him.
That night, in the deepest dark, Yue Rujing had a dream.
A light boat on the rippling Moon Bay moved as delicately as a leaf, beneath a full moon, with a woman’s skin white as the moon itself.
Ti after ti, he kissed her face, neck, and every part of her body.
Even if her voice had been wounded before, it was still more beautiful than the chirping of insects along the shores of Moon Bay.
The late-night breeze blew in from the window, bringing a slight chill that woke Yue Rujing from his dream.
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