Although his words weren’t eloquent, they were incredibly warm, deeply touching Hui. As an orphan who had lived on the streets, becoming brothers with the young master of the Tian clan was beyond his wildest dreams.
Hui understood that Tian Ye wasn’t speaking casually. He could sense the weight of these words. Receiving such favor from the young master, how could he still harbor any fantasies about Si Xiaoshuang? She was perfectly matched with Tian Ye, and he was just a servant. Hui told himself he could not do anything to betray Tian Ye or the Tian clan, not even in his thoughts.
Hui looked at Si Xiaoshuang sitting across from him, laughing and playing with the young master, looking beautiful and attractive. But for him, this could only be a fantasy, something to be kept only in his dreams.
Hui told himself he must maintain his position. Steeling his heart, he stood up, raised his glass, and looked at Si Xiaoshuang, “Miss Si, I’d like to toast you. I wish you and Young Master Tian Ye happiness.” He held his glass in the air, waiting for her response.
Si Xiaoshuang heard Hui’s sudden statement and her heart skipped a beat. She had been laughing moments ago but now didn’t know what to say. Hui was still holding his glass, waiting for her. Si Xiaoshuang hastily grabbed her glass and stood up, “Oh, thank you.” Then she looked at the expressionless Hui and drank her wine decisively.
Tian Ye sat to the side, watching this scene silently, still happy and talking about cheerful topics, telling many amusing jokes that made Si Xiaoshuang and Hui laugh heartily.
Only, Tian Ye had drunk quite a lot of alcohol.
Tian Ye understood the pain behind Hui’s words, something only those who have experienced love would comprehend. Tian Ye suddenly felt melancholic, still deeply in love with Mei Yu, while Hui had fallen for Si Xiaoshuang but, because of their social status, had let go of his love. Meanwhile, Si Xiaoshuang was experiencing two very different yet equally excellent men, and her pure self began to waver.
