"Isn't it tiring to be entangled with someone who doesn't have you in their heart?"
"Not tiring."
"But I am tired, I just want to spend my days plainly with the person I like, not be hassled by someone I don't like." Ling Xuexue hooked up the corners of her mouth, deliberately laughing as if she didn't care.
"Ling Wuxie, I should have told you before, I won't marry someone I don't like, right?"
Ling Wuxie's actions stiffened, and he remembered how she had once looked up so naively, her face full of innocence and confusion as she asked him.
"Little uncle, isn't marriage the combination and sublimation of love? Can people marry even if they aren't in love?"
Back then, he thought Ling Xuexue was still young, and only told her: "This is not something you need to worry about."
But Ling Xuexue anxiously clutched the hem of his clothes and asked: "Would little uncle ever marry someone he doesn't like?"
