Little Fatty did not answer Luo Xuan's question.
He was puzzled.
What did cowardice have to do with Miss Luo?
Was she taking a jab at him?
Clinging shamelessly to this place, refusing to leave, with no prospects beyond selling a little spirit medicine.
Luo Xuan did not insist on an answer.
She had only wanted to ask.
Afterward, she got to work.
That afternoon, Cheng Yu arrived.
"Young Master Gao, did anything unpleasant happen today?" she asked with a smile.
Little Fatty thought about it. Being needled by Miss Luo today had indeed been unpleasant.
Then Cheng Yu noticed Luo Xuan at the counter and was a little surprised.
She said goodbye to Little Fatty and approached the counter. "Miss Luo, you're just as I thought. You're too soft. Marrying the wrong man will cost you dearly." Luo Xuan shook her head slightly. "Perhaps I really am not suited to having high hopes placed on me. My Second Uncle said I should have been able to enter a sect, but in the end, I actually failed. He hadn't expected that."
Cheng Yu said awkwardly, "Your judgment was poor back then, Miss Luo. You associated with a scheming woman like me, and that was why you failed."
Luo Xuan shook her head. "That wasn't really it. It was because our Small Courtyard produced two Heavenly Prides."
One was Jiang Man, the other Fang Yong.
Neither was ordinary.
Sometimes, fate was simply like that.
Fortune and disaster leaned upon each other.
Who could say for certain which path was good and which was bad?
This time was no different.
Who could know what lay behind a choice?
After a pause, Cheng Yu asked curiously, "How did you make your choice in the end? What did you consider?"
Luo Xuan fell silent