"Wen Nuan." Leng Yan's lips moved slightly, calling her name in a low voice.
Those black and white eyes, under the not-so-bright light of the square, somehow made him unable to look away and also made his heart soften.
"Will it happen?"
It seemed like she already had a disappointing answer in her heart, but she still wanted to hear it from his lips.
She knew that all she wanted was the words "give up".
Would he fall in love with her?
This question made him a bit flustered, not knowing how to answer for a moment. He slowly walked towards the lakeside. After just a few meters, he suddenly turned around, looked at her, and slightly furrowed his brows:
"Wen Nuan, you should know, no matter what, we can't get divorced so quickly. The old men of both families wouldn't agree."
He hadn't believed in love for three years, and had always dismissed the word. If any other woman asked him, he would straightforwardly say "no". But if it was Wen Nuan...
