"What?" Li Yeqi momentarily couldn't keep up with her leap in logic.
Yan Luoxi took a long breath, "I mean, is Qianqian marrying Mo Beichen because he forced her?"
"Xixi," Li Yeqi frowned unhappily, "that's their affair, I don't want you to interfere anymore. What's wrong with Beichen taking responsibility for her?"
"I didn't say it was wrong, I'm just saying it's unlikely that Qianqian would want Mo Beichen to take responsibility." Yan Luoxi couldn't help but recall her own situation with Li Yeqi, her memories of that day always fuzzy.
"Great God Li, what did you see in me back then?"
Li Yeqi was taken aback.
The next day.
Aunt Tong watched as Yan Luoxi descended the stairs in an awkward posture, and her face full of indescribable thoughts made her feel quite embarrassed. "Madam, the Mister instructed me to stew some premium bird's nest for you, to help nourish your body."
