Although Song Qinghuan found herself speechless, feeling like a woman being accused of being a mistress, she maintained an amicable expression.
She laughed quietly and responded slowly, "Miss Han, I think there's one thing that you've misunderstood all these years. Everything you've done has been based on your own wishes. You never pondered whether he is willing to accept you, or even whether he cares about you. Perhaps you've always known that he doesn't love you. You knew he would never choose you as his wife, but you've been deceiving yourself and resisting to admit it."
Han Qianqian immediately retorted, "Who says so? He likes me! I know he likes me! It's all your fault for intervening."
