Yue'er's voice, melodious as the music of the heavens, echoed in his ears; he still remembered how his nervousness about using pen and ink had wasted a piece of pure white rice paper, and Yue'er had smiled and said it didn't matter…
Perhaps a bucket of cold water truly did awaken him— not just from his drunkenness, but also his heart.
When he thought of Yue'er's ordinary face while applying the medicine, he now found it incomparably beautiful. He couldn't understand how he ever fancied Li Rong'er, even once thinking her more beautiful than Yue'er?
Now he was clear; he had been momentarily blinded by Li Rong'er's beauty. Even if Yue'er was plain and not a ravishing beauty of today, the person in his heart was still Yue'er.
He was just bewildered by beauty, that's all.
"Brother Xiao, what are you writing?" Li Rong'er noticed his momentary distraction, unsure what he was thinking— that resolute face seemed so tender. Surely he wasn't thinking of that wretched Su Qingyue?
