"What girl wouldn't like something romantic and beautiful?" Tianxing replied nonchalantly with a curl of her lips.
There's no way Tianxing believed that La Ting accidentally wandered here and they just happened to meet by chance.
When La Ting walked in and saw her, she purposely acted so close to Mrs. Yun, clearly trying to show off to her, and throughout dinner, her eyes were practically glued to Yuntian.
Her intentions were as obvious as the sun at noon, everyone could see it.
"Right after my mom passed away, Aunt Yun took me in here, and Brother Yuntian was afraid I'd be sad, so he stayed with me every day. The swing here, and the windmill in front, everything was personally chosen by Brother Yuntian, who worked together with the gardener and servants to make it." La Ting walked forward, her hand gently caressing the swing, as if she was lost in memories, murmuring to herself.
