Ultimately, it was Luo Yuqing who took the initiative to admit defeat.
After Yang Qingyin quickly recited another poem by Li Qingzhao, "Year after year in the snowy depths, I drunkenly adore the plum blossoms, exhausting their beauty until there are no good feelings left, and win myself robes soaked with pure tears...," Luo Yuqing, unable to think of any other poems containing these characters within the allotted time, could only helplessly concede.
"Qingyin, you're too incredible, truly a girl with both beauty and brains," Luo Yuqing said as she admitted defeat, walking up to Yang Qingyin and hugging her, "I lost to you today, wholeheartedly convinced. Next time let's compete in something else. How about it?"
"Compete in what?" Having achieved victory today, Yang Qingyin was naturally very happy.
From Luo Yuqing's words just now, she felt Luo Yuqing's reluctance to admit defeat.
