Chi Huan's gaze flickered, her eyes still landing somewhere else.
She indeed didn't have much recollection of what he said; it might have just been a spur-of-the-moment comment.
"I said... people's desires can change, what I want now is different from before, and it might change again in the future. But perhaps that's just a possibility. I just want to ask if you can accept another possibility... When I really turn thirty-five and you're almost forty, it'll be too late to argue over this issue."
A preemptive strike.
This was a cold and realistic preemptive strike.
Mo Shiqian looked at her youthful, fair, and delicate face, with a brooding heaviness settling between his brows and his gaze growing colder.
Chi Huan, under such scrutiny, parted her red lips slightly, "If you can accept that we might never have children... let's get married."
The man's pupils shook profoundly.
Get married?
