In the Octagonal Pavilion of the small garden, Mo Yan secretly glanced at the person sitting opposite her, eyeing the symmetrical handprints on both sides. Had the situation not been inappropriate, she would have laughed out loud, releasing the frustration from having her face touched.
The person had an extraordinary appearance and seemed quite remarkable, making Mo Yan feel somewhat uneasy, daring not to be too overt.
What kind of person was Yan Junyu? How could he not notice the chief culprit revelling in schadenfreude? Clutching his Jade Bone Fan, he endured and endured, repeatedly telling himself that it was his own hand that was cheap and deserved the slap, not the fault of the impetuous girl, barely maintaining his noble composure without jumping up to start a fight.
However, he couldn't completely calm his emotions. He quickly fanned himself with the Jade Bone Fan, attempting to quell the anger boiling within him.
