Su Qiuyu hadn't finished speaking when Su Tianyou cut her off, his voice soft, "I know she has no place for me in her heart, only for that dead man. But in the end, that person is dead, and how can the dead compete with me? Does Cuiwei really want to spend her whole life with the memory of a deceased person? Even if she is willing, our aunt won't agree."
"Yes, aunt only has Cousin Cuiwei now, how could she bear to let her spend her whole life in the palace without getting married?"
Su Qiuyu pursed her lips and suddenly felt, upon looking at Su Tianyou again, that this elder brother, who had always been distant from herself and their second brother, wasn't as cold as he seemed— at least, he had been wholeheartedly devoted to Cousin Cuiwei, unchanged for twenty years.
The chestnuts from this stall were indeed delicious: fragrant, sweet, glutinous, and soft, and there was also a long line of people waiting. However, Su Tianyou had never taken advantage of his status to skip the line.
