Ming City's night was ablaze with lights, neon signs crisscrossing overhead.
Yet at this moment, the atmosphere on this commercial street was somewhat delicate.
Cai Yue'er stood behind the crowd, taking in everything that had just happened.
She was exceptionally gifted and had a mischievous, eccentric personality. She was usually known as the Witch, always doing as she pleased and holding herself in high esteem. For years, she had secretly admired Yun Ming. Her heart and eyes had been filled with Shrek's greatest prodigy, and she had nearly made her feelings clear. Yet Yun Ming had never had a place for her in his heart, treating her only as a junior sister from the same sect.
Now, seeing the man she admired rush toward someone else with utter sincerity, only to be coldly rejected in public and left humiliated, Cai Yue'er felt sour and unwilling inside. Still, she did not dare show even the slightest resentment before everyone.
The feeling was practically no different from being cuckolded right in front of her.
But she understood Yun Ming's personality—stubborn, responsive to softness but not force. If she went up and added fuel to the fire now, she would only make Yun Ming more irritated. Wouldn't that ruin the image she had built in his heart?
So, she took a deep breath, restrained all her negative emotions, put on a gentle and considerate expression, stepped forward a few paces, and said softly,
"Brother Ming, you needn't be upset. Miss Ya Li must care too much about the divide between factions and fail to understand your character and feelings. With your talent, bearing, integrity, and character, you already surpass your peers by far. Her vision is simply too narrow; she is the one who missed out on a good man."
Her words were