Ye Chutang's brow twitched slightly. "Our… relationship?"
Shen Yanchuan looked back, raising his eyebrows. "We've been through life and death together. Naturally, that's different from anyone else. Wouldn't you agree, Second Miss Ye?"
'I suppose I can't argue with that, but something still feels off.'
But Ye Chutang was indebted to him, so of course she had to acknowledge it.
She gave a slight nod. "Indeed."
Although she didn't know what Shen Yanchuan had been through, it wasn't hard to imagine it must have been a vicious battle.
She tucked the wooden tablet away and shot Shen Yanchuan a grin, quirking an eyebrow.
"I'll remember this debt of gratitude, Princely Heir. I will be sure to repay it someday."
Shen Yanchuan gave a light chuckle. "I wonder if it's enough to trade for a jug of wine?"
Ye Chutang was speechless.
'When did this man become so petty?'
She turned to leave but stopped after taking just one step.
