Old Master Xia stood for a moment in silence, his gaze fixed on Xia Lihua.
The very idea of Xia Lihua marrying Yang Lingyun seemed almost unreal to him.
"Are you really considering marrying Yang Lingyun?" Old Master Xia's voice held a note of disbelief, mingled with worry. It was a question he had never thought he'd have to ask, even in his most speculative dreams.
Xia Lihua hesitated, her gaze drifting to the ornate carpet beneath her feet. "Yes," she finally said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I am."
Old Master Xia sighed, his brow furrowed with concern. "Remember, Lili," he said gently, his tone soft and reassuring, "you are in control of your own destiny. Don't let anyone force you into something you don't truly want."
Xia Lihua nodded, her resolve strengthening. "I won't, Grandfather. You know me."
She would just marry Yang Lingyun for a year.
