Everyone, when Tomato writes novels now, he is searching for his own writing style—or rather, searching for the best way to write. I hope everyone can point out this book's flaws in the review section, so I can write better in the future. Thanks!
Zhang Xingfeng stared blankly at the beauty before him. It was Rou, the Rou he had yearned for day and night. Yet there was not the slightest smile on her face; it was as white as if she were gravely ill—no, to be precise, deathly pale. Seeing her like this, Zhang Xingfeng's heart suddenly ached for no reason. Rou, what happened to you? He wanted to ask, but though his lips moved, no sound came out.
Yuwen Rou looked at Feng, whom she had missed for ten years. Yesterday's tender devotion now seemed like something from a previous lifetime, so distant. How badly she wanted to rush into her Feng's arms and never leave again. But after returning last night, that single night—just that one night—had decided that she would never again be able to be with her Feng. For the Aristocratic Clan, what did she herself amount to? Yuwen Rou smiled faintly.
"Young Master Zhang, why have you come? Could it be that you truly came to propose marriage? No way—I thought your words last night were a joke?" Yuwen Rou said to Xingfeng with a smile, seeming quite surprised. It was as though she did not see the drawn swords and bent bows around them at all. Her tone was so relaxed, so innocent.
Zhang Xingfeng looked at the Rou in his eyes, his heart filled with bitterness.
"Young Master Zhang? Oh, so you call me Young Master Zhang now. Fine. It seems you once called me Feng. When was that? Yesterday? No, that