Then, the woman spoke.
"Yang Wushuang."
Su Ye fell silent.
'Yep, she definitely never appeared in the book.'
She looked up, gazing down the long corridor where many chests remained unopened. Suddenly, she lost any desire to open more of them.
Su Ye walked forward, clutching the small white treasure chest.
Yang Wushuang floated behind her.
Curiously, she asked,
"You must be sixteen this year, right?"
Su Ye thought for a moment.
"Yes."
Yang Wushuang asked again,
"Is there anyone you like?"
Before Su Ye could even open her mouth to answer, Yang Wushuang confidently declared,
"Don't worry, you'll definitely get married. While you were still in my belly, I already found several potential families for you."
Su Ye's steps faltered.
She turned stiffly to look back at Yang Wushuang.
"Mother? What did you just say?"
Yang Wushuang, thinking her daughter was simply overwhelmed with joy, immediately said,
