Huo Beijiang pursed his tender lips, generously admitting, "Yeah! I do like him, and there's nothing I can do about it. He used to hardly ever show himself, and it wasn't easy to get a glimpse of him. Now it's much better, I can even sneak a peek."
He said this with a bashful smile, the young maiden's love pure and intoxicating like a rich, sweet wine, a single glance could make one fall for it.
Nan Fei thought of Huo Beijiang and couldn't help but smile as well.
"My uncle knows, but he doesn't allow it," mentioned Fu Xinwu, stamping her foot in frustration and huffing, "He shamelessly clings to Auntie Nan Fei, yet he won't let me pursue my happiness. Auntie Nan Fei, don't you think Uncle is too domineering and unreasonable?"
In reality, Nan Fei could understand Huo Beijiang, but understanding was one thing, and feelings were another.
