Xu Lao, as he poured a cup of tea for Ye Cheng, said, "This is a top-quality Maojian tea a friend gifted me. It's actually my first time drinking it this year, so let's enjoy it together today."
Xu Lao asked Men Chao next to him to fill Yecheng's cup and, raising his own, he said, "Grandchildren have their own luck, so I can't interfere with what happens between you and Xuexue. However, my Xuexue is very stubborn; she won't give up until it's absolutely hopeless. I only ask you for one thing: if Xuexue does something, I beg you, for my sake, please don't hurt her."
Yecheng, holding his tea cup, met Xu Lao's scrutinizing eyes. His lips curved lightly, a smile faintly visible, "Grandfather, you worry too much. Love is inherently without right or wrong; it's just that she and I are not meant to be."
He gently sipped the tea in his cup and carefully placed it down.