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He was surprised that I answered, and smiled, his eyes narrowing: "Oh--Chou Qian wants to get married!"

Wife? He uses a lot of new terms, this is one of them, isn't it? "No."

He hugged me, puzzled, and said, "Then what's wrong with you?!"

Yeah, what's wrong with me? I don't even know what's wrong with me. "Am I ugly?" I couldn't help but ask him. I guess he likes to tell the truth.

He laughed loudly, a mocking laugh: "Chou Qian, you don't actually think you're a beauty that could topple kingdoms, do you?"

I looked at him; he could laugh if he wanted to, and I hoped his head would grow strong.

He patted me on the back with a hearty laugh: "Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. You're very handsome!" He said, then chuckled softly.

"Is he really handsome?" I just wanted to ask, nothing more. It's better to hear something I don't really mean, so I won't think about the last time my mother looked at me.

He looked up at me, glancing left and right as he pondered, and said, "It would be even better if it were uglier."

I was suddenly puzzled. Why did I have to be ugly? I even scared my mother. "Why?" For the first time in my ten years, I said those three words to someone.

"Because if I were any uglier, no one would want to fight me for it, hahaha! -- You idiot!"

I pointed to myself. Am I stupid?

"How foolish!" My actions seemed to please him. He laughed so hard he almost fell over, laughing without restraint. I heard Uncle Zhong's sword ring out. I looked into the distance, and he left.

He was still smiling; those two words from earlier were just right for him now.

Wu Hui has been in a bad mood lately. Not only Wu Hui, but everyone is in a bad mood. Because Zi Yi has been ignoring everyone these past few days, they have lost their spirits.

I suddenly wanted to laugh—Shen Ziyi, what have you done to deserve this?

I went to talk to him, and he was lying on the table, digging holes in the comic book with his fingers. He was using this rare collector's edition to play games. It seems that Zi Mo and Wu Hui have spoiled him.

"Let go."

He glanced at me, then continued picking at his things.

"Let go."

--Tear-- He tore the book apart, threw it on the ground, stomped on it twice, and then looked at me defiantly.

I looked at him calmly, just as I had thought: Shen Ziyi is the kind of person who will never do what you ask; the better you treat him, the more he'll treat you like dirt.

"Pick it up."

"No."

"I'll pick it up." I bent down, and he rubbed his eyes incredulously: "Chouqian, there's money on the ground."

My instinct told me to look again: "Where?"

He laughed loudly, jumping up and down with satisfaction: "You guys are idiots, and you still won't admit it. You're so stupid!"

I didn't want to argue with him. "What's wrong with you?" You should know who your words and actions affect.

"Great. The autumn air is crisp and refreshing, I'm in a great mood."

No regrets...

"Don't mention him." He was impatient. Perhaps people get tired of seeing the same thing over time. He likes new and exciting things, and people are the same. He probably figured out Wu Hui's feelings for him a long time ago.

"Whatever." If you can't make it on your own, you'll naturally go to him for help. Why should Qianqing make me go through all that trouble?

"Is this good enough?" he asked, dissatisfied.

I nodded. I didn't want to look at him.

"Hey! Chou Qian, you're being very irresponsible. You should at least offer some advice."

"Not interested." Trying to persuade you will only blind you to the reality of the situation.

"Why come here if you're not going to persuade them!"

"Boring." Upon hearing this, he angrily slammed his book on the table.

I sat far away from him, watching him throw a tantrum and listening to him mutter curses under his breath. Today I didn't want to do anything else; I just wanted to come and soak up some youthful energy. ...

Qianqing told me about Shen Ziqi, and my intuition tells me that Ziyi has lost interest in playing with them and wants to get rid of them directly.

After returning home, I added a stroke to the portrait of Young Master Shen in front of Uncle Zhong. As for the result, you don't need to ask me to know.

When Wu Hui was happy, she would occasionally chat with Zi Mo when she was in a good mood.

Since Ziyi wasn't home, I had no choice but to visit the Prince Shouping's residence.

I was drinking tea, and he was talking. After a couple of sentences, he would start to get angry, kicking the table, throwing dirt, and glaring at me while cursing my ancestors for eight generations.

I enjoy sitting here drinking tea, and I cherish this sense of comfort in solitude.

Qianqing likes it just the same, but he's too busy to do whatever he wants.

I didn't know he had left the Prince Shouping's mansion. When I went back, he found it empty. I accidentally discovered that sketch. The lines were smooth, the style was strange, and the drawing method was very familiar. I lowered my head and pondered deeply—it looked like a comic strip under the moonlight…

Who drew it?

"Ziyi." He was very proud.

I was shocked. It was him? Thinking about "Sun Sun's Night Reading," I suddenly realized—it was him under the moon.