If word of it spread, people would only say that Yun Wanrou made a bet, lost, and then needed a man to jump out and shamelessly protect her from the consequences.
For a proud girl like Yun Wanrou, that would be as humiliating as having her face rubbed against the ground.
Yan Hai's expression darkened, then stiffened, then darkened again.
His hand remained over the pendant, but his fingers had already become tight.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Wanrou, clearly hoping she would deny it. He hoped she would shake her head. He hoped she would say no. He hoped she would at least cough once, blink twice, or do anything useful at all so he could continue standing on her side without looking stupid.
Unfortunately for him, Yun Wanrou remained exactly as Bai Lingling had said.
She was still kneeling there perfectly straight, sweating like a fish dragged onto dry land, and holding the pendant in both palms as if she truly intended to offer it respectfully until the end of time.
