"Do you know what you're talking about?" Han Ziyuan could barely contain her anger and looked ready to explode. She glared at Yan Yunge, speaking through gritted teeth, "What right does she have to your affection?"
"Love isn't about rights. It's about the feelings one has for another, whether that special person is worth devoting one's whole life to. I think she is. I love her."
Yan Yunge regarded Han Ziyuan coolly and said, "I wanted to clarify and proper delineate the type of relationship we share. Please stop harassing me in the future over any love interest you might have in me. It's not going to happen."
"Why?" Han Ziyuan refused to let it go. "How am I inferior to Lu An'an?"
Yan Yunge looked over his shoulder at Han Ziyuan, answering her, "You gnash your teeth, thinking of ways to trample on Lu An'an's prestige. Already, you put yourself far beneath her. Think on it."
He walked away without looking back.
