Han Fuji's words settled into the courtyard without disturbance.
"If there is no one," he said, "then I will do it."
For a moment, no one understood what he meant.
The silence stretched.
Fu Li blinked first, her expression slowly shifting from confusion to disbelief.
"…Do what?" she asked.
Fu Tong frowned, looking between the two of them.
"What are you saying?" he added.
Fu Fei did not speak, but her eyes remained fixed on Han Fuji, her attention sharp and unmoving.
Su Long's gaze deepened slightly, as if she had already begun to understand, but she did not interrupt.
Bai Ming stood still.
Her anger had not disappeared, but now something else had been added to it.
Confusion.
"…What do you mean?" she asked.
Her voice was steady, but it carried tension.
Han Fuji did not hesitate.
"If there is no one willing to marry you," he said, "then I will marry you."
The words were clear.
Direct.
There was no trace of hesitation in his tone.
