Gu Yue shot him a glance. "What did you say?"
Tang Wulin said with a smile, "I was worried that you'd be tired! What would I do if your mood goes bad when you're tired? If you're frequently in a bad mood, you'll age much faster. We'll slowly grow old together in the future, but it's best to grow old as slowly as possible, right?"
"You're the one who's old!" Gu Yue could not help but laugh. There was a newfound hint of warmth in her gaze toward him.
They stepped onto the competition stage. Their opponents were already there.
Meng Xiaoran had his hands in his pockets, his head askew. When he looked at his opponents making their way up the stage, there was a slight shock within his heart, but there was also some disdain.
