When Ma Teng arrived, he saw only Cao Ang's forlorn figure standing under the early spring sunshine, not knowing why the originally warm sun now felt somewhat cold.
"Greetings, Uncle Ma." Cao Ang calmly bowed to Ma Teng.
"..." Ma Teng remained silent for quite a while, suddenly finding himself speechless in front of the changed Cao Ang.
"Did you see Yun Lu?" Ma Teng sighed.
"I saw her. I'm just a latecomer; Zhao Zilong is more suitable for her." A trace of loss appeared on Cao Ang's face, along with a hint of loneliness, but he soon laughed heartily and said, "It's better this way, at least it's better than being disappointed later and wasting a lifetime."
Having said this, Cao Ang turned his horse around, ready to return to Chang'an, "Uncle Ma, don't chase after her anymore. Zhao Zilong is indeed a good match."
