Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

There were three vigorous and powerful characters written on the plaque. The characters inlaid with gold on a black background were magnificent and solemn.

"What does it say?" Joan asked.

Amanda raised her head and noticed three words, "Phoenix’s Pavilion", were written on the plaque. She explained to Joan, "It is said that there was a queen of the dynasty who lived here, so it was named the Phoenix’s Pavilion."

Joan blinked as if he was thinking what she meant.

Amanda asked, "No idea what it is?"

She paused and continued, "The queen is the wife of the ancient emperor of our country. The Phoenix is the king of birds in our country. In order to show the majesty of the queen, she is honoured as the Phoenix."

"Your country's culture is really special. Everything needs to be gone around the bush." Joan seemed to understand what she meant.

Amanda smiled. "Your idiom is good, but it's not ‘to go around the bush’, it's ‘to beat around the bush’."

"What's the difference?"

"..."

"Nothing. Let's go inside."

Amanda said.

Joan followed her. "Could you teach me to write in your language afterwards?"

"If you want me to be your teacher, you have to pay me." Amanda looked at him and joked, "Since you’re so rich, I’ll charge you 2000 dollars an hour."

Joan replied, "Sure."

"I'm just

and you’ll be my teacher,"

"..."

treated it seriously. She was only joking!

‘Whatever.’

stall selling antique fans. The silk surface was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and red flower strings were hanging below. She took one and looked at it in her hand. Joan picked up one after her too. However, he didn't take the figure painting one, but the scenery, and there were some poems on

handed it to Amanda. "What's

two places. Oh, what cannot be ruled out is that, when this yearning between lovers and this sadness of separation has just disappeared from the slightly wrinkled eyebrows, they

it, she said, "What

you gone to school? This is written by a

at the fan vendor and wondered are all the

buy it and he said, "This is a poem written by a famous poet in our country. It's about love.

into laughter. ‘How does this fan suit Joan well?’ He was an eight-foot man with a very masculine

sell his stuff, that vendor could go against his heart, and he can say

put it down and shook his head. "I don't want

to sell, Amanda asked,

"Three dollars."

took

her.

woman liked it, he would raise the price. Until then, the big guy

vendor put the money into his bag and said, "Your girlfriend is very

in his mind, he was blaming foreigners like him for stealing all the beautiful

a fan and glimpsed at the

fan vendor smiled shyly. It turned out he

lucky to have not

for the whole

said, "I'll