She watched Wan Donglin leave, too shocked to see him off at the door with her customary reverence.
Just as Wan Donglin was about to go, she suddenly chased after him.
Wan Donglin turned back, and she stammered, "Third Young Master... Do you... do you really like Xixi?"
After asking, she felt she was being presumptuous, and her face flushed red, "I'm sorry... I was being presumptuous..."
Wan Donglin paused, looked at her with a calm expression, very composed: "I have always yearned to marry her, and I've never changed my mind."
She looked at him strangely.
It was only then that she noticed the deep sorrow in his eyes. In this lifetime, she had never seen such a sad gaze from any man.
"I deeply regret missing her call that day... But no matter how much I regret, time cannot be rewound... However, no matter the cost, I must find her."
Even after Wan Donglin left, Xu Xiaoya hadn't regained her senses.
Marriage!
She hadn't misheard!
