Xue Hanyue lifted her head, gazing from afar at Zhao Lingxi and Su Chen dancing in the center of the grand hall. For some reason, a trace of envy flashed through her heart.
"Han Yue, it's nothing. The Little Princess isn't really angry with you. Perhaps, after a couple of days, she'll forget." At that moment, Zhuge Wuyan walked towards Xue Hanyue, intending to comfort her.
Xue Hanyue was crying so miserably, and he witnessed it with his own eyes.
He had originally intended to give up on the unrealistic notion of being with the Little Princess Zhao Lingxi and had turned his interest towards Xue Hanyue, perhaps because of this shift in thought. The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he found Xue Hanyue.
Especially tonight, with Xue Hanyue meticulously dressed up, she looked truly beautiful.
