Su Yaoyao immediately sensed the awkwardness in the air. 'This isn't good,' she thought. She didn't want to ruin this beautiful moment.
So, she quickly looked up, her eyes full of sincerity, and said with a smile, "But this really is beautiful. The design is so unique, and I truly love it. Thank you, Mingye." As she spoke, she gently tugged on his sleeve as if to soothe him.
Hearing her words, Mingye was taken aback for a moment. Then, the gloom in his eyes gradually faded, and a smile returned to his lips. "As long as you like it," he said.
The sun was beginning to set, painting the horizon with a splendid sunset glow.
Mingye had specially prepared a carriage for their return journey. It was exquisitely decorated, its body carved with intricate patterns.
'On such a picturesque evening,' he thought, 'riding in a carriage with Su Yaoyao, slowly admiring the painting-like scenery outside the window, and leisurely returning to the castle… it would be an incredibly romantic affair.'
