"It's a wonderful age, indeed. But I want to tell you, the road ahead for you and Xiao Xi will not be easy."
"If there is no road, I will forge one myself."
Auntie Shen looked at Xue Yang. In that moment, she was awestruck by the spirited young man, suddenly certain that he would one day carve out his own path.
Lin Xi poked her head out of her room, a pen still in hand. "Auntie Shen, don't you dare pick on Xue Yang when I'm not looking."
"Oh, Xiao Xi is getting protective. An old woman like me is just making small talk. Matters of the heart are for you young people to decide."
Xue Yang looked at Lin Xi. She was dressed now—and very modestly at that.
And yet, his mind was flooded with a vision of pure, white skin... Hmm, whether she was dressed or not, it seemed to make little difference to him now.
