"What? Is there a problem?" Xu Zhenguan stood under the street lamp, slightly tilting her head, looking at him with feigned confusion.
Zhao Douan remained silent.
He had to admit, he felt a jolt in his heart earlier, almost thinking Zhenbao knew something, but looking at the urban beauty under the night-lit street lamp, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Why? Why specifically this?"
Xu Zhenguan smiled slightly, raised her hand to gently brush her hair, and naturally said, "Because someone gave me a 'Water Melody' poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Um, I want to use this title to write poetry about the Mid-Autumn Festival, can I?"
Ah, so that's it... Zhao Douan first breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he understood the reason behind Zhenbao's request.
Then he felt a sharp pain, wishing he could slap himself hard: Dammit, why act so high-handed? Isn't this digging a hole for myself?
