Through Ye Zhiyao's repeated failures, large and small, the two of them grew up.
At sixteen, Lu Sangjiu had reached the age for marriage.
Though she was unwilling, her family had arranged a marriage for her.
Ye Zhiyao coaxed her, "You've never even met him. It would be a huge loss to just marry him like that."
"Why don't I help you arrange to meet him by the lake tomorrow?"
"At least if you meet in private, you'll know what you're getting into. Don't you agree?"
As they grew older, Lu Sangjiu had gradually realized that her values were vastly different from Ye Zhiyao's, and that they weren't really suited to be friends.
That was why she had rarely sought out Ye Zhiyao on her own for the past couple of years. If the other woman hadn't been her cousin, they probably would have slowly drifted apart.
But at this moment, the marriage arranged by her family was making her rather agitated.
