Qiu Shuang looked at the tenderness on Ruo Shui's face, at those watery eyes brimming with affection, and vaguely understood.
Thirty thousand soul coins were not the key. Who had given her those thirty thousand soul coins was what mattered!
Qiu Shuang fell silent for a moment, then looked at Ruo Shui with concern. "To you, his relationship with you should go beyond simply having 'bought you,' shouldn't it?"
Ruo Shui's face instantly flushed red. Full of guilt, she lowered her head and did not dare make a sound, nor did she dare meet Qiu Shuang's gaze.
Qiu Shuang saw it all and already understood, but it did not make her abandon her intention to win Ruo Shui over. Instead, she put on an earnest expression and began persuading her.
"Junior Sister Ruo Shui, you have little experience of the world and have met too few people—fewer still outstanding men. Your heart has only just begun to stir; you still do not understand the ways of love. Perhaps these feelings you have for him stem only from the fondness born of meeting and being saved, rather than anything deeper."
Ruo Shui was left somewhat dazed by the question, standing there blankly.
She truly did not understand the ways of love. She only knew that whenever Brother Feng appeared in her sight, she became very happy, and her heart began beating faster of its own accord.
And whenever Brother Feng smiled at her or spoke with her, her heart brightened like sunshine.
She did not know what kind of feeling this was. She only knew that whenever she was in this state, her whole body felt sweet.
Qiu Shuang secretly drew a breath. Seeing that direct persuasion seemed to have little effect on Ruo Shui, she shifted her focus.
"Does he