"Qin Yinan…" Tang Nuan called Qin Yinan's name one more time in a voice that she did not realize was shaking. She demanded, "You're getting married to Song Qingchun?"
Qin Yinan put his key away and openly nodded without hesitation at Tang Nuan. "Yes."
After a short pause, he even contributed the date. "The ninth, next month."
Tang Nuan was unable to tell whether it was regret or some other kind of emotions swirling in her chest but her breath became quite uneasy. "Why are you marrying her?"
Qin Yinan tipped his lips up into a smirk. He turned his head back as if using his action to tell her the two sentences he had just given her was already the extent of his patience. He inserted the key and continued to open the door like she was not even there.
