A Joke?

At the same time, deep in the mountains, Zhang Ermu, Zhang Yulan, and An Xuyuan were resting and having lunch. Sitting under a large tree, Zhang Yulan gulped down her water in several big swigs before letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Ahh~ That's so refreshing!" she said, wiping the water from her lips.

Watching his sister's carefree behavior, Zhang Ermu sighed and reminded her, "Yulan, you are a girl. You should learn to be more refined."

Zhang Yulan wiped her hands with a wet towel, grabbed a piece of scallion pancake, and said, "Brother, I don't want to act all prim and proper. If I have to spend my life with a man who can't accept the real me, then I would rather not marry."

Her words caught Zhang Ermu off guard. He looked at his sister and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to marry that Ding boy?"

When he heard this, An Xuyuan glanced at her but remained silent.