"General, you've changed. Love fades, doesn't it?" Teng Qian said resentfully.
Yuan Lang looked at him, thoroughly repulsed. "Love doesn't fade. It just gets transferred."
'Besides, my sexual orientation is perfectly normal. Gender: male. Interests: female.'
Teng Qian stared at him with the expression of someone looking at a heartbreaker. "So, you've transferred your love for us to that lion's head?"
Yuan Lang gave him a look full of profound meaning, as if he were staring at an idiot.
Teng Qian, seemingly addicted to the performance, clutched his chest melodramatically. "You really have fallen for that lion's head!"
Wu Yue, the "lion's head" who had just walked back with Hua Shu: "..."
'Why is their soap opera of love and hate suddenly involving me?'
Hearing footsteps behind them, both Yuan Lang and Teng Qian turned to look. "..."
'Well, this is... sudden.'
