Lei Ning, who was facing away from Ling Xiaoxuan, heard the word "marriage" come from her mouth. His gentle face did not show any joy, only an expression of helplessness and regret.
He looked down at the glass of water on the table, asked without any emotion, "Are you sure?"
Her voice choked, "I'm very sure!"
Lei Ning turned around, tenderly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and said softly, "Alright, we'll get married."
Perhaps he was inherently a gentle person. His subconscious protective behavior towards Ling Xiaoxuan was enough to make anyone infatuated.
But the way he treated Ling Xiaoxuan did not possess the intimacy of lovers.
Ling Xiaoxuan released her arms wrapped around Lei Ning's waist, her tear-filled eyes stared straight at him.
"Lei Ning, you don't like me." Her tone was certain.
A smile curved up Lei Ning's lips, his eyes crinkling, "Why do you say that?"
