He looked at her with a mix of pity and amusement, almost indulgently smiled, "Can your scolding change anything? Xuxu, your father hasn't even spoken up to disagree yet."
"My father is just looking for excuses to reject you!" Meng Tingxu was emotionally charged, her chest heaving. She forcefully pushed his shoulder and said, "I will not marry you! I won't, not at all!"
Qin He watched her turn and run away. She ran very fast, as if she couldn't get away quickly enough, without a hint of hesitation or longing.
But Qin He clearly remembered that time in North City when a heavy snow had passed through, when snowflakes like withered leaves fluttered past the window, and Meng Tingxu, putting down her violin, cheerfully stretched out her arms towards him, asking him to hold her.
When she was little, she was so clingy. How had she changed so much now?
