Six days ago, Yu Zixu had a drink with Bo Zhiyuan.
It was in the evening, after his father talked to him about marriage again. Zhiyuan was surprised that Zixu wanted to have a drink, but he did accept, so Zixu went over to the Bo Villa. There, with a cup of wine down, Zixu told Zhiyuan that there was a person he liked.
Zhiyuan practically spat out his drink the moment he heard those words leave Zixu's mouth.
"You— what—" he stuttered.
"I have someone I like," Zixu repeated. "Are you growing hard of hearing now?"
"Who? Who's the lucky girl? Or… well, guy?"
Zixu stared at his friend for a long moment, wondering why he was friends with someone like this.
"What?" Zhiyuan exclaimed defensively. "You never talk about these things, so who knows your taste in love?"
"You know her," Zixu decided to say, "My Junior Sister, Yang Yujia."