That helpless, between-tears-and-laughter expression could not help but bring a trace of awkwardness to Gu Yu's face.
A woman's dowry was her reliance for the latter half of her life; there was simply no woman who could remain indifferent to such a matter.
Yet if the gatekeeper had never laid eyes on Yao Yingying, how had he managed to describe her so precisely?
Chapter 37