Mei Wanying got out of the carriage and walked away without looking back.
Her steps were hurried, carrying an unspoken urgency.
Only after her slender figure vanished behind the mansion gates did the scowling Pei Yan finally look away.
He tutted. 'What's so great about the man she picked?'
'Just some frail scholar!'
'He can't carry a thing on his shoulders or lift anything heavy.'
'Completely devoid of any masculinity.'
'The men after him were so much better. What kind of taste does Mei Wanying have, picking the worst of the lot!'
When Mei Wanying wasn't getting married, Pei Yan found her annoying.
Now that she was actually getting married, he wasn't happy either.
A knot of frustration tightened in Pei Yan's chest, leaving him feeling uncomfortable all over, but he had no way to relieve it.
He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 'This is so unlike me.'
'No wonder Mei Wanying gave him the cold shoulder. He felt like something was wrong with him, too.'
