Su Xiaowan hadn't tried to comfort her, she directly said, "If you don't like it, forget it. We aren't desperate anyway. Cousin, don't be sad. I'll find you someone even better."
Upon hearing this, her older cousin Song Yongyu indeed stopped crying, grabbed Su Xiaowan's arm, and said with conviction, "If he doesn't like me, then so be it. Cousin, sob---maybe, maybe I really misunderstood. Mr. Wu must like me; he was so nice to me today, and his words were so gentle."
"He said he missed me, said he could see me in his dreams every night, but when he reached out, he couldn't touch me. Now, he said holding me feels so good, he even, even kissed me..."
...
When Su Xiaowan heard this, a flock of crows flew over her head in her mind. By the time she was downstairs, she viewed Wu Yuming differently, and Wu Yuming, feeling her intent gaze, couldn't help feeling uneasy.
