I was Shangjing’s most notorious female wastrel.
To rein me in, my parents somehow had a sudden stroke of genius and betrothed me to the legitimate eldest son of a fallen noble family.
He was taciturn and dull, as stiff and old-fashioned as a lecturer from the National Academy.
So, in front of my pack of disreputable friends, I swore:
“I, Yao Yao, would rather die alone-would rather jump from here-than ever marry Xie Jinghong!”
Half a year later.
The same group of friends.
They imitated me:
“I, Yao Yao~ would rather die alone~ would rather jump from here~ than ever marry Xie Jinghong~”
I recalled the flush at the corners of that man’s eyes, his breaths scented faintly of plum blossoms, his body like white jade suffused with dawn light.
After swallowing softly a few times, I slapped the table and shot to my feet.
“I’ve discovered that all of you take things way too seriously. I’m done talking to you-my husband is calling me home for dinner.”
