"Yue Ran is just beautiful... So beautiful…"
Ming Chen coughed at his words.
Could he have—no, there was no way!
"Stop thinking about it!"
He grumbled in obvious denial that he himself had not realized.
"That's right, how could Yue Ran's talent be compared to Xue Lu's, who was well-known for her great knowledge and talent in making poems, when all Yue Ran had was just beauty?"
He nodded at her words.
"Right, that's it! The only one I like is clearly Xue Lu and not Yue Ran's beautiful face!"
Beautiful—no, stop it!
She is not!
Ming Chen went silent as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He needed to calm down.
Ming Chen asked his servant to deliver a letter to the Xue mansion early in the morning to apologize for his actions last night and to deliver his words that he would be on his way to the Xue mansion for lunch to distract himself from his mind full of messy thoughts.
