Luo Ying sighed. "There has to be a way."
Lu Zhao nodded and buried his face in Luo Ying's hair. He gently took in the sweet scent on her body.
He could not explain it either. When he hugged Luo Ying, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.
"Don't leave me in the future. Don't take on these burdens alone," Luo Ying said.
Lu Zhao nodded. The air quieted down.
Luo Ying suddenly thought of something. "Wiat a minute. What's your relationship with Wen Yu?"
Lu Zhao raised his head and met Luo Ying's reproachful gaze.
He liked it when she was jealous.
"She's Wen Du's younger sister. We grew up together." Lu Zhao deliberately said something that would make Luo Ying jealous. "Grandfather hopes I can get married to her."
Luo Ying turned away from him. "Oh, no wonder. Sirius seemed hellbent on pairing the two of you together."
