Ling Hua had arrived at the Top Scholar Building when the cricket fighting competition reached its most intense phase.
On opposing sides, Yan Qing and Cheng Chu were each shouting encouragements to their crickets, one yelling, "Great Marshal, charge for me, keep charging!" and the other, "Mountain King, fight for me, fight to the death." The two crickets on stage were locked in an indistinguishable battle, each young man more excited than the other.
Liuli, shaking her head, tugged at Ling Hua's sleeve and whispered, "Miss, are you really sure about this Young Marquis Yan?"
With such a lack of serious ambition, who wouldn't shake their head upon seeing him?
Ling Hua, wearing a veil that revealed only her eyes that shimmered with excitement, confirmed, "Sure!"
Yan Qing was exceedingly handsome, like the stars and moon in the sky. Amidst the bustling crowd and clamor of the Top Scholar Building, he stood out the most, glowing like a beacon of light.
