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He stood there, his chest heaving violently as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes wide with fury, fixed intently on Zhou Yingying.
Yang Siyi opened her mouth to speak, "Sir..."
"Shut up!" Fang Yin snapped mercilessly, then turned to Zhou Yingying. "How can you think it's so easy to just marry yourself off?!"
Fang Yin sighed, his brow furrowed tightly as if he were wrestling with how to express himself. "Uh... well..."
"Do you think I care?!" Zhou Yingying, seeing his hesitation, angrily swung a fist at him. "Go marry your noble lady Su Muyao already!"
Her arm was raised high, filled with a fierce determination.
Suddenly, Fang Yin grasped Zhou Yingying's hand. "The Su family has already moved to Guangzhou."
"Yingying," Fang Yin said earnestly, "even though you don't act like a girl at all—I've seen you break enough things to fill a room—though your stern face could scare a kitten to tears, and you've always treated me like a horse to ride on, even tricking me before... but..."
He paused slightly, his gaze softening as he held Zhou Yingying's hand tightly.
He spoke slowly and firmly, "I actually understand. You've always walked the path of a chivalrous woman who robs from the rich to help the poor. You must be the kind of person who helps the weak... You..."
He scratched his head, seemingly unable to come up with any more positive traits about Zhou Yingying, and finally said, "I've realized... I... have fallen in love with this version of you."
Behind them, a servant dropped a glass cup with a loud crash, his face turning pale. Meanwhile, Zhou Yingying had completely missed Fang Yin's confession.
"What did you say?" She dug her fingers into her ears. "I... didn't hear you."
Zhou Yingying frowned, her face full of confusion.
Fang Yin's complexion turned a bit pale.
"I said..." He let out a long sigh, "My heart is tied to someone like you!"
Zhou Yingying was momentarily stunned.
She murmured, "Is it too windy today, or am I running a fever... No, I definitely need to burn incense and pray to my ancestors tomorrow..."
Her gaze wandered, her expression one of disbelief.
"Yingying," Fang Yin quickly stopped Zhou Yingying from turning away, "You absolutely didn't hear wrong." He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a golden hairpin. "Marry me."
Zhou Yingying stared blankly at the hairpin, her mouth agape as if she were about to drool. Her eyes were fixed on the pin, filled with surprise and astonishment.
She glanced at Yang Siyi, who had been sitting there just moments ago, only to find he had vanished without a trace.
"I thought..."
She thought she had been rejected.
Zhou Yingying suddenly burst into laughter, regaining her usual fierce… no, her chivalrous demeanor. She reached out and wrapped her arm around Fang Yin's neck. "Look at how thin I've become! You owe me for the meals I've missed these past few days..."
"… I've already compensated Su Muyao for her emotional distress, her loss of beauty, and the damage to her image… I'm so broke I can barely afford a hairpin… This hairpin was even borrowed with money from the sect leader…"
Fang Yin gasped, his face turning pale as he spoke in pain.
What he didn’t mention was that Yang Siyi had already been dragged away by his subordinates when he proposed just moments ago… That pretty boy couldn’t hold a candle to him.
Fang Yin thought, glancing at Zhou Yingying, who was still chuckling beside him.
— All you need to be is yourself.
— You don’t have to act like a lady or change; those aren’t your true colors.
Just be the real you, and let us live together through all eternity.
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