Mingzhu watched Yueyao with annoyance. She had rarely found something amusing, yet Yueyao had to spoil it.
Yueyao smiled faintly.
Mingzhu looked at Yueyao, who always appeared as if nothing could disturb her serenity, and said, "Yueyao, to be honest, I'm not worried about my own marriage. My marriage will be settled by next April at the latest. But what about you? Although my brother and aunt manage my affairs and I prefer not to think too much about it, your situation actually worries me. It seems I've never even heard of a man who is worthy of you!"
Yueyao really didn't want to engage in this topic and quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, I'm not quite satisfied with the begonia painting today. When I return, I'll make a better one for you." Since she thought it wasn't good, she would surely have to destroy the painting.
Mingzhu also knew Yueyao didn't really want to discuss this matter and cleverly shifted the topic to the painting, following Yueyao's lead.
