"He said I'm not good, why can't I say the same?" Mi Hetong spoke arrogantly, "Anyway, Xiu Zhu is mine, and whoever dares to snatch him from me, I'll fight them to the death!"
"You... you..." Old Master Wun was so angered by her words that he almost passed out, his vision turning dark.
Wen Xiuzhu glanced at Mi Hetong with disgust; just one look at her revolting face was enough to make him sick. Then his eyes turned to Ye Qingci, sitting quietly on the side, beautiful and delightful like a scene from a poem, and he felt even more bitter than if he had swallowed a bitter herb.
Suddenly, a phrase he had seen before came to mind.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Before, he hadn't met someone he liked, and his nature was soft, obedient as well. Although he had made several attempts to break off the engagement with Mi Hetong, each time he was coaxed and scolded by Old Master Wun, he ended up compromising.
