It wasn't until Fang Youling had sent Wu Muzhen away that Fang Hongyu continued walking in the direction of the Tang Family.
The winter nights in Capital City were a bit cold, and since it had snowed during the day, it was a vast expanse of white outside.
The temperature had already dropped to minus nineteen degrees.
Fang Hongyu wrapped her coat around herself tighter, "Brother Baicheng, are you still bothered by that matter?"
Her voice was a bit low.
More than twenty years ago,
When Fang Hongyu was first experiencing the stirrings of love, she had fallen for Mu Baicheng. Her affection in her youth was not a momentary impulse, and even now, seeing Mu Baicheng again, she still felt her heart flutter.
Back then, Fang Hongyu had taken the initiative to confess her feelings to Mu Baicheng.
But Mu Baicheng had rejected her, saying that he already had someone he liked.