Indeed, marriage was a gamble where the winner would take it all and the loser would suffer a crushing loss.
Beitang you smiled ruefully. "Is that an excuse to reject me?"
"Of course not." Yaoyao bit her lip. "Actually, I kind of have feelings for you too, but…"
"But that's not enough to make you stay in the Yan Kingdom for me, right?" Beitang You finished for her.
"Yes." Yaoyao nodded truthfully.
"Very well then, go ahead and think about it. Your brother won't be here so soon, anyway—I still have time to wait for your answer." Beitang You took a few steps back courteously.
Yaoyao pursed her lips, and for lack of a better reply, said, "I'm hungry. Let's go back."
"All right." Beitang You instinctively reached for her hand.
However, he thought of something and drew back with a sheepish smile.
Yaoyao lowered her gaze, and remembering something too, moved to undo her belt. "You can have your outer robe back."
