She sat on the couch with her knees pulled up, her chin resting on her knees, murmuring, "When I first started liking him, I knew he didn't like me, and I thought it was alright. There was a time when he really hated me as I pursued him. Although I was a bit sad, I never wavered. Later, when he agreed to marry me, he made it clear that he wouldn't love me. I felt regret, but being with the person I liked, that regret seemed insignificant."
She tiled her head to look at Mo Shiqian, "As long as I pretend nothing happened and go try on the wedding dress tomorrow, the Mou Family would not tolerate Su Yabing's existence, and I would still be his wife, but..."
Her voice trailed off, and she gradually lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows over the color of her eyes.
Mo Shiqian didn't speak, just quietly watched her.
She leaned back, her pale pink lips parting and closing, "Tomorrow, I'm not in the mood to try on wedding dresses."
