"Respect!" she firmly answered.
Marriage was sacred to her.
Even if the environment she grew up in never gave her the notion that marriage equaled happiness, but her heart still strongly desired for a family.
This family needed this piece of paper for it to be legitimate.
"I mind it a lot; I really care about it!"
She shouted in a fit of rage, "Just what exactly are you thinking of?! If your heart does have a place for me, how can you watch our children call another woman 'mommy'?!"
This single statement was akin to a cold knife piercing his heart deep enough for blood to splutter about.
His gaze fixated on her.
"Do you really think that I want this name?" Her face was cold. "All right. How about we consider each other's position, instead."
"What?"
"Mu Yazhe, I love you," she casually declared. "All things unchanged; I can't give you a legitimate title."
His face froze instantly as his eyes gradually darkened.
