The three of them didn't say anything more, letting her perform her own drama.
Gan Wei'er fluttered like a butterfly to Lorde, tilting up a radiant smile: "Young Master Lorde, I believe you."
Lorde frowned slightly, glanced at her indifferently, and stepped around her.
Gan Wei'er stared at the tall back of the man, biting her lip unwillingly.
From the moment she first saw him, she was captivated by his extraordinary charisma; the most handsome and outstanding man she'd ever seen, the man she most wished to marry. But his status was so high, even a princess would be beneath him, how could she ever stand a chance?
Now he's about to leave, and perhaps she'll never have the chance to see him again... Thinking of this, she feels even more unwilling, no, she must think of a way.
Her eyes suddenly brightened; if uncooked rice could be made into cooked...
