Summary
I had finally managed to raise my younger brother and see him through his studies. Now, he had returned home in glory as The Top Scholar, and countless matchmakers were practically breaking down our door.
Dazzled by the options, I clutched the booklets provided by the matchmakers and knocked on my brother’s study door.
“Pei Shao, can you help me choose?”
Pei Shao gazed at me, his eyes softening. “Of course.”
An hour later.
Hairpins and rings were scattered across the floor, and the matchmakers’ booklets lay torn and discarded to the side.
Pei Shao pulled me onto the desk and sat me there. His thumb brushed over the moisture on my lips as he asked in a gentle voice, “Still want to choose?”