Su Wen's face burned with embarrassment, her ears turning a shade of crimson. Swiftly, she averted her gaze, using her hand to delicately smooth the strands of hair cascading by her ear—a feeble attempt to conceal the emotional turmoil that raged within. Only after this spontaneous ritual did she manage to regain some composure.
Questions raced through her mind about Hengyang's unusual demeanour. Why was his gaze different from usual? Did he discover something?
She, herself, was uncertain about the authenticity of her original character. Vigilance became her shield; Hengyang couldn't have discovered her secret.
"Little Wen? I'm talking to you!"
"Oh!"
Su Xueqiang's impatient words jolted Su Wen back to reality. "I will never sell my sister. Matchmaker Zhao should abandon this idea! If needed, we'll resort to legal action. I'll stand my ground till the end."
