With Changping interrupting like that, Zhao Mingchuan couldn't stay any longer. A brief encounter was fine, but really playing together would be too much.
So, Zhao Mingchuan cupped his hands in farewell, then left with a few friends and servants.
Changping let out a sigh of relief, whereas Bai Sulian secretly resented it, clenching her fists. Such a good opportunity, and it got spoiled.
Wufu saw the dark and resentful look in Bai Sulian's eyes and snickered internally. Shaking her head, she walked over to Guan Chuying and said, "Why are you writing poetry all of a sudden?"
Guan Chuying glanced at Bai Sulian and said, "Who knows what kind of sudden whim she's on."
Wufu's eyes glimmered; what other whim could it be? What else but a lovesick whim.
Guan Chuying chuckled, pointing at her.
"What?" Wufu asked, puzzled.
Guan Chuying said teasingly, "You just say whatever comes to your mind."
