If Nan Feng had clarified everything with him earlier, things might have turned out differently, at least Yu Peng would have been mentally prepared.
"Anyway, it's already a done deal that I won't marry him. He knows," Xue Ling appeared quite nonchalant, then exhaled a sigh, "My heart is not with him. I was bound to leave one day."
"But you shouldn't have given him hope in the first place," said Nan Feng, "this is highly irresponsible of you. Also, how will Yu Peng explain this to his family and friends?"
Xue Ling seemed frustrated: "I don't know, I hadn't thought about all this. I was thinking early this morning, marrying him would be torture for both of us. I'd be a wife, stuck at home every day. I'd get sick of it and would want to run away someday, so I just took a step ahead and left."
"How do you know that getting married is torture? What if married life suits you better? How would you know if you don't try it out?"
