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"Do you not hate him?" asked Mingshu.
"Hate? Why should I hate?" Wang Yuan widened her eyes in surprise and then covered her mouth, giggling with her usual carefree demeanor. Yet her eyes unexpectedly revealed clarity, "Although that man is pretty annoying, it hasn't reached the point of hatred. Hating someone is so exhausting. Besides, it was my own foolishness at the beginning."
Wang Yuan pursed her lips, her mood dimmed for a moment, but she soon cheered up again, "However, I'm always extra tolerant towards handsome men."
Mingshu found her feelings complicated. She thought Wang Yuan was heartless but didn't expect her to live with such insight.
Could this be great wisdom in foolishness?
Just as this thought flashed past, Wang Yuan sneakily leaned closer and lowered her voice with a grin, "Sister Mingshu, what's the name of that very handsome young man we saw just now? How old is he? Is he married?"
