Finished talking, he saw Ah Luo was still motionless. He was five years older than Ah Luo, and was delegated as a big brother. With a considerable mien of an older brother, he stepped forward to hold her soft small hand, and led her to enter the courtyard, “I’m going to use it in a racing game against Song Hui, hopefully it can beat his skinny Shaanxi dog.”
Hearing him mention Song Hui, Wei Luo stiffened slightly.
Song Hui and her had been set up as childhood sweethearts by their parents since an early age. During the time Jiang Miaolan had been pregnant with her, their engagement had been decided. Song Hui was six years older than her and took care of her like an older brother. Her past self had believed she would marry him one day, and become his little wife. But to her disappointment, she had gone missing for a decade, ten years later returning to Duke Ying’s residence, only to discover that Song Hui had been engaged to Wei Zheng.
Originally, Song Hui wasn’t hers. Even if they switched the fiancee, he was still able to marry her all the same.
Since her rebirth, Wei Luo hadn’t seen Song Hui.
Wei Changxian was speaking enthusiastically, warmly inviting her: “I want to bring it to Count Zhongyi’s residence tomorrow, and let it race Song Hui’s hound. Ah Luo little sister, do you want to go together?”