The living room was quiet, and as soon as she stepped in, she heard a woman's voice coming from the direction of the living room—
"Yan."
Her step hesitated; she recognized the voice—it was Man Qing's.
While Mao Beibei was hesitating whether or not to go in, Man Qing spoke again, "If this is your choice, I choose to bless you. But I just want to ask you one thing, in all these years, have you ever felt even the slightest bit of fondness for me? Aside from the guilt towards Chen Shu, have you ever cared for me and me alone?"
Listening to what was said and what was left unsaid, Man Qing hadn't been clueless over these years.
"No." Rong Yan's answer was clear and decisive, "You were Chen Shu's most beloved, and Chen Shu was my best friend. I promised him I would protect you well."
Man Qing bit her lip, still a bit unwilling to give up, "What if I liked you?"
