With one hurried glance from Qiao Xiaon'an, she felt as though she was surrounded by white roses from every season, blooming beautifully under the orange coloured street lamps. Not seeing any trace of Amo, she let out a sigh of relief and retracted her gaze.
But when she looked again at Lu Yichen, her expression was full of caution and embarrassment. "Brother Yichen, I'm married now."
"..." Lu Yichen seemed not to have heard her clearly, and the hopeful look in his eyes grew dim. "What did you say?"
Qiao Xiaon'an nodded, her smile bright. "Yes, I'm married. We got married on the third of April on the Gregorian Calendar."
Lu Yichen: "..."
Qiao Xiaon'an: "That was eighteen days ago."
Lu Yichen: "..."
Qiao Xiaon'an: "Brother Yichen, I'm sorry. I didn't know about your feelings for me. If I'd known before, I wouldn't have been so close to you."
Lu Yichen: "Qiaoqiao?"
