"But if I could have my dear companion by my side, then winter would have flowers and spring would have the moon, autumn would have the warmth of a phoenix and summer would have snow."
Rong Lijun's gaze showed no trace of Yin Baishuang, even interrupting directly, with an air of leisurely elegance that was anything but indifferent.
At this point, it wasn't just Situ Ye noticing something amiss; even the others found the atmosphere a bit strange.
Qin Lou, stepping down from the banquet, had an even more peculiar expression.
Looking at the three over there, she wondered to herself, wasn't Rong Lijun and the God of the Sparrows here to propose marriage to the Third Lady?
Why are they now circling around a man?
Even her professional fake smile was hard to maintain.
"Whether you want to enjoy the flowers or the snow, there will be a maid to guide you in a moment."
Yin Baishuang had never seen a shameless man like Rong Lijun before.
