Cool breeze slowly rolled up the roadside leaves, golden garden like an old photo, silent, distant.

"do you like Shen yuecang?"

Zongxia repeated the question again, looking attentive, as if he was exploring the most confused things in his heart.

"so what? Would you treat me like a junior?" According to the satire on her lips, the coldness in her eyes was covered with a strange mist. She took a step forward. "Zongxia, actually, I like you very much. I'm gentle and beautiful. I'm silly. If you are not yuecang's wife, we will be the best friends..."

Zongxia didn't want to hear her saying these nonexistent assumptions to herself, and...