In fact, she has already figured it out by now.

She genuinely meant it when she told Zhou Yang she didn't mind.

He just hasn't been able to adapt yet, to the fact that Zhou Yang still lives in his heart.

Although she and Zhou Yang are like sisters.

"Shu'er." Seeing her silence, Chu Yang pulled her into his arms.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

"Be gentle, you're pressing on your wound!" the young lady said anxiously.

Chu Yang did not let go of him, but held him tightly.

The young lady nestled against her chest, the clear sound of her heartbeat reaching her ears.

After a long silence, she spoke softly, "So, you plan to marry two at the same time?"

Chu Yang's voice rang in her ear: "Only two? How about three or four? Ah, the sow is biting!"

However, her shoulder was bitten, but the young lady didn't dare to use force and quickly let go.

Chu Yang cupped her face, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and gently kissed her lips.

The young lady's lips trembled, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she kissed him deeply.

Feeling the gradually increasing warmth of her lips, Chu Yang finally felt relieved.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yang, sitting alone in the pavilion outside, stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Tang Wenfang brought over a plate of sliced ​​pineapple and placed it on the table.

"Xiao Yang, is Yangyang awake?"

Zhou Yang withdrew her gaze and smiled slightly: "He's awake, Auntie, and he's talking to Shu'er."

Tang Wenfang sat down on the stone bench next to her and said worriedly, "I wonder if Shu'er will... Sigh, it's all this brat's fault, he deserves to suffer."

"Don't worry, Auntie, Shu'er won't leave her," Zhou Yang said.

Tang Wenfang was delighted, but then her smile faded, and she took her hand: "And what about you?"

Zhou Yang opened her mouth: "I... Auntie, I don't know."