"I'm going home tomorrow, I probably won't be coming to the Pei Mansion again," Fang Yuan said, sitting in front of the railing, looking at the lotus leaves in the water.
Qu Fulan was initially surprised and then realized that while this explanation was reasonable, it also seemed unreasonable.
It's reasonable because they were all grown up. Though Fang Yuan was a few months younger than her, she was now also fifteen, which was the age for discussing marriage in ancient times.
Fang Yuan was the daughter of a wealthy family, so if her family had found a suitable match, she would get married directly, and certainly there wouldn't be any opportunity to come to the Pei Mansion in the future.
This was a reasonable situation.
But the unreasonable part, which surprised Qu Fulan, was Fang Yuan's tone and demeanor, no longer the carefree girl she used to be, as if she had gone through something that made her become sorrowful and melancholic.
