Tang Wanwan couldn't help but laugh, a hint of mischief appearing on her face, "According to you, all I need to do every day is hold on to beautiful wishes to get by? How is this different from drawing cakes to stave off hunger?" Tang Wanwan seemed to have seen through his intentions. She felt that Gu Yunzhi was merely speaking superficially, with no real meaning or useful words, looking at him, it sounded quite grandiose. He treated her like a child, drawing a cake before her eyes, making her think it was real.
Black Owl didn't argue, instead, he ambiguously said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, I've told you anyway."
Tang Wanwan said nothing more, too lazy to speak because she thought he was full of nonsense.
When they reached home, Tang Wanwan hadn't even gotten out of the carriage, and as soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw from afar a dark silhouette waiting at the door, the dim light stretching her shadow long.
