Mu Yan sensed something from her words and tentatively asked, "Sister Lan Qiu, you and Brother Song..."
"I confessed to him." Xiang Lan Qiu looked at her and said with a smile, "At that time, he rejected me."
Mu Yan was stunned, rejected?
"Don't be surprised, I actually had a premonition in my heart." Xiang Lan Qiu looked open-minded, "If he really liked me, he would have been with me long ago. He's not a shy person."
Mu Yan didn't know how to console her and said, "Sister Lan Qiu, you'll meet someone better."
"Yeah, eight-legged frogs are hard to find, but two-legged men are not? I, Xiang Lan Qiu, have money, have a figure, have a face, still fear not finding a man?" Xiang Lan Qiu laughed, her expression showing not a hint of sadness.
It's not that she's not sad, it's just that as you get older, you don't act as foolishly as when you were young.
Even when rejected, one must maintain their composure; mature women value dignity very highly.
