Jiang Ning pulled her hand back, took off the bracelet on her wrist, placed it in his hand, and said, "I'm sorry."
"Why?" he asked again.
"Because we're not a good match."
"In what way are we not suitable? I like you, and you have a good impression of me too, don't you?"
"I do have a good impression of you, but... having a good impression doesn't mean we can get married."
"I don't understand." Wenren Zong frowned, "I like you, my family accepts you. Your family also agrees, and you don't dislike me. Why can't we get married and be together?"
"Because I don't want to be separated from the children."
"Even if we get married, you can come back to see them whenever you miss them."
"But I can't come back every day, can I?"
"Ningning, that's not a real reason. Tell me the real reason." Wenren Zong squatted in front of the wheelchair, grasping her shoulders, "Or is it that I've done something wrong these few days that has made you dislike me?"
"No, you've been great."
