Leng Yu Yan looked up at him and asked softly, "So, do you like me?"
After pondering for a long time, Ye Yiheng said, "You are my future wife, naturally I should give this to you."
Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan averted her eyes, feeling slightly disappointed, yet still managed a grateful smile, "The comb is exquisitely made, and you hurt your hand in the process, I should thank you."
Ye Yiheng inwardly cursed himself for his weakness; seeing her like this, he blurted out, "Then do you like me?"
Leng Yu Yan didn't think twice and directly said, "No, I don't!"
After all, he hadn't said he liked her, so why should she like him?
Clutching the comb, Leng Yu Yan somehow mustered the strength to push away the tall man before her and hurriedly left.
So was their relationship merely because they were destined to marry, truly devoid of love?
How could he be so cold-hearted and detached?
