Guan Liang nearly choked.
No wonder. No wonder the Marshal couldn't stand Lan!
Marshal, you're the only one who can keep this guy in line!
What? The Marshal's dead? Never mind, then.
Guan Liang mentally deducted points from his own karmic merit as he considered how to comfort Hua.
Hua clenched the collar of her suit in both hands, wrinkling the fabric.
She had suspected it for a long time.
When had it started? Hua could no longer remember.
That person had always deliberately provoked her, teasing her.
Once, his expression had softened, and he had reached out to ruffle her hair. Just as she was about to lose her temper, he had spoken in a tone that sounded half like a sigh and half like a tease:
"Hua, when are you going to grow up?"
Only now did Hua finally understand the deeper meaning behind those words.
He had clearly told Guan Liang that he would attend this Annual Meeting, that he would be there for Hua's Coming-of-Age Ceremony.
But he had broken his promise.
He had never returned to the Luofu. Without a word, in some remote corner no one knew about... he had left them.
Even the formal attire and accessories Hua had prepared for him in advance had gone unused.
Hua was good at coordinating her own outfits. She knew what earrings to pair with a gown of any given length.
But how was she supposed to put together a man's formal outfit? Hua knew nothing about that,
so she had been left to figure it out herself.
Before arriving on the Luofu, Hua had still been unable to choose accessories to match his formal attire. A hand-tied bow tie? Or a bow tie? If she chose the latter, should she pick paraiba, the same color