Qin Shuang stepped down hard on He Zhiyao's instep.
He Zhiyao winced in pain, released her, and looked puzzled and perplexed.
Qin Shuang let out a cold "huh."
Then she let go of him and turned to leave.
Had he not mentioned Valentine's Day, it would have been all right. But the mention of Valentine's Day reminded her of what happened three years ago.
He had been self-righteous then, and as a result, she had suffered alone for so long, misunderstood for so long.
Valentine's Day?!
Huh.
She would never celebrate Valentine's Day with him.
Seeing Qin Shuang walking upstairs, He Zhiyao quickly took a few steps to catch up to her and grabbed her arm, "Are you angry?"
Qin Shuang replied stiffly, "No."
The anger was blatantly obvious.
He Zhiyao was completely confused as he followed Qin Shuang upstairs and earnestly pondered what he had just said. Is Valentine's Day appropriate for getting a marriage license?
Which part of that had pricked her nerve?
