Tang San turned his gaze toward Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun noticed Tang San looking at him too. His face fell. Ever since he had met Third Brother, it seemed nothing particularly good had happened to him.
The one thing worth celebrating was that he had gained a wife.
It would have been one thing if Cuihua weren't here, but she had insisted on coming along to see how they would split the spirit beast. And now...
The back of Ma Hongjun's hand suddenly felt something soft and warm. He looked down and found Cuihua's hand resting on it. She gave him an encouraging look.
"Go ahead."
"But..."
If Cuihua had objected, that would have been one thing. But now that she had agreed, why did Ma Hongjun feel so terribly guilty?
He didn't understand the feeling.
Ma Hongjun's hesitation irritated Tang San.
All he had to do was flap his lips. He wouldn't lose anything, and wasn't that what he liked doing most?
What was he still hesitating for?
Tang San was about to speak when he saw the group from Canghui Academy rise, laughing and chatting as they headed for the door.
Ma Hongjun met Tang San's dark gaze, lowered his head, and held Cuihua's hand without a word.
Qian Chenzhou took in every change in their expressions.
Dai Mubai's speechlessness.
Xiao Wu's calm.
The confusion of the sisters Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun.
And Oscar's indifference.
Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, found the food awful. None of it suited her taste.
"Here's everything you ordered. Call us if you need anything else." The waiter set out all the dishes, then quietly turned and left.
The meal passed in near silence.
No one spoke. Only the gloom in Tang San's eyes refused to lift.
This had been a perfect chance to