It seemed she really loved her fiancé who she was betrothed to since infancy.
Zhuang Wencheng was delighted by Zhuang Qingning's joy, but he also felt a pang of bitterness because of it.
Feeling everything at once was overwhelming and unbearable.
Compared to last time, he assumed it was because he had been rejected once before, he didn't lose his composure as he did then.
After all, he'd done everything he needed to and asked everything that needed to be asked. There were no more regrets, he supposed.
"Little Sister Ning, I'll leave you to it. I'll be on my way home," said Zhuang Wencheng.
"Safe trip, Brother Wencheng," Zhuang Qingning bid farewell as Zhuang Wencheng left the courtyard.
Watching Zhuang Wencheng depart without looking back, Zhuang Qingning realized he must have finally given up.
As hard as it might sound, it's better to end things quickly than to prolong the pain. Since she was not interested in him, she must not let him harbor any illusions about her.
