It wasn't that Ye Xi wasn't beautiful enough, nor was she not good enough.
She was very suitable to be a wife, just as she said, gentle and sensible, dutifully maintaining her role.
But Song Musen just didn't like the marriage his grandfather had arranged for him.
And so, he grew to detest Ye Xi as well.
In his eyes, the initial impression of Ye Xi was like a sticky plaster he couldn't shake off.
She lacked her own opinions, always obeying her grandfather's arrangements, like a spy sent by him to watch over him at all times.
Whenever Ye Xi was in front of him, he felt uncomfortable from head to toe.
His coldness towards Ye Xi was a silent resistance against his grandfather's control.
Now, looking back, he realized how ridiculous and childish he had been.
