In the room adjoining the study, Xie Daoyun heard Chen Caozhi's words, and tears instantly clouded her eyes. Her nose stung, yet her heart held a sweetness poignant beyond bearing. This was the first time Chen Caozhi had plainly declared his feelings for her. Though he had involuntarily taken her hand before, those moments had always sprung from affection and stopped at propriety. Both were adept at restraining their feelings, keeping them within bounds. Yes, Zizhong had feelings for her too. Hers was not a one-sided attachment, and she had lost to no one. They had merely met too late-
In the study, Xie An and his wife Liu Dan exchanged a glance, both greatly relieved. Good, all that mattered was that Chen Caozhi had feelings for Ayuan. It was only because Chen Caozhi knew he could not marry both the Lu Clan woman and Ayuan that he had restrained himself and observed propriety. Lady Xie Liu Dan thought, How could a woman like our Ayuan lose to the Lu Clan Lady? In talent, she certainly far surpasses her. In looks—well, she is a little thin now—
Xie An cleared his throat softly and waved the Palm-Leaf Fan in his hand. Dispensing with roundabout words and subtle exchanges, he said directly, "Caozhi, I now have a way for you to marry both the Lu Clan woman and Ayuan. What do you think?"
Chen Caozhi was stunned. His love for Wei Rui was beyond question; he had never entertained any thought of loving her only to abandon her. What made Wei Rui lovable was not her beauty or talent, but the innocence that soothed his soul. Like a rare flower in a secluded valley, quietly breathing out its fragrance, she did not seek to display herself; it simply flowed from her