Xia Siyu's footsteps instantly retreated, and there was a hint of surprise on her face.
Just as surprised was Xia Sicai. She had also not expected Bo Yan's response to be so succinct, as if it were an immutable truth.
But it was true, no matter how much history they had together, it was all in the past now. The current situation was that she had married Bo Yi, and he had married Xia Siyu.
Regardless of how good their relationship was, at least their married life was fairly harmonious, to the point where they broke the bed with a bag of Doritos...
Still, she felt a faint trace of unwillingness, "Why? Because she's pretty?"
Xia Siyu was more than pretty; she was stunning. In ancient times, she would have been considered an exceptional beauty, the kind that could start wars over her face.
Even if she were busty but brainless, empty-headed, scarcely literate, lacking in manners, and with a scandalous reputation, married yet still involved in rumors of infidelity.