Juhua glanced at Qingmu beside her, then turned to Zhang Huai and said, "Shouldn't you be asking my brother about that? It only works if he's the one who likes her. Whether I do or not isn't that important."
Zhang Huai shook his head and said to her softly, "That's not true at all. If you don't like her, your brother would never go propose. But you're also right—if your brother likes her, then you'll surely like her too."
Juhua, dizzy from his convoluted reasoning, couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you making it so complicated? I think what's most important is that my brother genuinely likes her."
Zhang Huai froze. 'Is that how she sees it?'
'Then would she feel that as long as I genuinely like her, nothing else matters?'
He grew a bit dazed and murmured, "Juhua, you..."
