Watching Yao Can's receding figure, Xu Wuyan fell into deep thought. Her words had brushed past his heart like a gentle breeze without making anything explicit.
Perhaps she did this to protect his fragile self-esteem. Moreover, Yao Can knew very well that certain things could only be touched upon lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, leaving him to naturally grasp her deeper meaning.
In truth, he had anticipated this day long ago. Yao Can was exceptionally beautiful, resembling a blooming snow lotus that exuded the cold, refined elegance of a true lady from a prominent family—something top celebrities could hardly rival. Given her background, suitors would naturally be countless, as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
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