Xuanyuan Si turned his head and saw a row of wild geese flying over in the sky. The formation was slowly gliding past people's sight. He just looked at it with a smile gradually widening at the corner of his mouth: "I really want to recover, but I am more afraid of being disappointed."
It is good to have hope, but it is best to build all hopes on yourself and complete them yourself.
Once you place your hopes on others, success or failure is under the control of others. Then when disappointment comes, it will be even more miserable than having no hope.
Xuanyuan Si has always liked to do everything himself and not ask for help from others.
"Whenever you encounter anything, remember to protect yourself, you know? Without Bodhisattva, I can still live very well, just like now." Xuanyuan Si spread his hands, showing a superior posture: "Although I can't move too much
It’s amazing, but you can still see beautiful girls.”
This time Yan Buhuan did not show disdain. She felt her throat was dry and had an indescribable sourness.
"But...but you can't be face to face with a beautiful girl, so how can it be considered good?"
"You're stupid, who said I haven't met a beautiful girl face to face? Aren't you the one?"
Faced with Xuanyuan Si's rhetorical question, Yan Buhuan felt ashamed and angry, and pretended to reach out to hit him, but Xuanyuan Si grabbed his fist. The two of them met across the table, their eyes meeting.
"Huanhuan, I know that I am not qualified to marry anyone anymore." Xuanyuan smiled without any sense of inferiority, and his tone seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Yan Buhuan did not struggle, and even leaned forward so that he could hold it less strenuously.
"Xuanyuan Si..."
The man raised a finger to signal her to finish listening.
"But I can wait until you really can't get married and come to me again."
Yan Buhuan frowned and muttered in a low voice: "It's as if I can't get married."
"Hahaha, Huanhuan is as beautiful as any beautiful girl, how can she not get married?" Xuanyuan Si suddenly let go of her hand, his eyebrows curved in a beautiful arc: "I was just making an analogy, look.
, I am already a cripple, and no one in the civil and military circles of the entire dynasty would dare to marry their daughter to someone like me."
"That has nothing to do with me not being able to marry."
Xuanyuan Si raised his eyebrows: "Who dares to touch someone who is related to Xuanyuan Mu?"
"Why do you dare?"
"I am counting on Xuanyuan Mu to be promoted and make a fortune."
Yan Buhuan smiled, reached out to hold his arm, and looked at him seriously: "If I really can't get married, it would be good to be your companion then."
Xuanyuan Si showed a disgusted expression: "Then you'd better get married quickly. You're marrying me just for companionship. I don't want it."
After saying that, he threw her hand away and Yan Buhuan quickly held it: "Why do you dislike me?"
Xuanyuan Si's fingers trembled slightly, and his expression of disgust froze. He stared at her for a long time: "Huanhuan, if there is someone who treats you well, marry him as soon as possible."
"Why don't you say it? Who dares to do so in civil and military circles?" She only thought this person was joking.
Xuanyuan Si shook his head: "What I mean is that after returning to the fiefdom with your father, it's best not to come back again."
Yan Buhuan's nerves tensed up suddenly. What did he mean? What did he mean by not coming back again?
"Remember my words, unless no one really wants you, come to me. If there is a man who treats you very well, marry yourself as soon as possible without delay."
