"Spark-Less are those hated by the heaven or, for better terms, those not loved by it."
Liyue looked at Hua Feilan's attractive and beautiful face, which was full of sighs.
"If your father, Pang Li, were to be here, he would have never let you marry someone so useless; not to be rude, Liyue, but the truth is the truth."
Liyue was a bit flustered and looked away. Her big brother hadn't taught her what to say in a scenario like this.
Hua Feilan, on the other hand, continued seriously. "I do accept that he looks handsome and has all the redeeming features you would want in a husband. But as you said, your children… what assurance do you have that they won't inherit his traits and be Spark-Less, too? In fact, I just came to know this, or I might have acted rather differently to him earlier in the dressing area."