"I'm not quite sure. I should probably let the other person know your new ideas, and then show concern for them, making them aware of your goodness," Yin Xiaofan thought for a moment before speaking. "Your master should be good at this." You should seek his advice.
"It seems my master is even less adept; otherwise, he wouldn't have been pursuing my master for thirty years, yet still unable to catch up," the little magic wand said helplessly.
But Yin Xiaofan suddenly had an inspiration. He remembered Changmei once boasted to him that she was a "good girl." At the age of 10, he had learned the essence of being a sister. He had read over forty stories about love and made countless girls cry heartbrokenly for him. Now it seemed all of that was wrong.
All of it was for boasting in front of himself, that even if one couldn't pursue the person they liked, they could still be seen as a master of love.
