Yun Luo naturally couldn't tell Duanyang how Yan Qing was tormenting his fragile heart. He extended his hand to pat Duanyang's shoulder and sighed with deep feeling, "Being a little silly sometimes can be quite enviable."
He now envied Duanyang's foolishness, but if he were a bit smarter, he just couldn't stay by Yan Qing's side.
The feeling was really screwed up.
He, a beautiful young man who never swore, couldn't help wanting to curse out loud. Not only that, but he also wanted to hurl large stones, hammers, and iron blocks at the young marquis, to crack open his head and see what on earth he was thinking every day.
Isn't it proper to discuss love earnestly with your master, under the moon and before the flowers, amidst the poetic romance? Why not take the usual path, instead doing things that he felt no human could endure, only the master could put up with him.
