Su Ye's attention was still caught in the aftermath of the recent commotion.
Her reply was perfunctory.
"It's okay."
Xue Liang was handsome, and there was an undeniable air of wealth about him—one that only the young masters of noble families possessed.
No wonder he was the type little girls liked.
What a pity, after seeing Su Qing, anyone else just looked like her own short, chubby father back home—no different at all.
Another woman in red inside the cabin spoke coldly,
"Tsk, stop pretending. If you like Xue Liang, just say so. Why act all high and mighty here?"
Su Ye reached out, absentmindedly rubbing the small purple sprout tattoo on her right index finger.
Ever since she'd formed a contract with that vine, she always found herself touching the mark, whether intentionally or not.
Seeing this red-clothed woman getting so worked up, Su Ye retorted,
"You like him?"
As soon as she said this, the woman's face flushed bright red.
