Luo Qiangwei was shocked, her eyes widening as she looked at him.
Her red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, "Weiwei, forgive me for being selfish just this once,"
"I love you, in the last life and in this life too. I will never fall in love with another, so no other woman matters to me. Marrying anyone else would merely be for show. If you'd be my woman, even just for a brief time, then I would have no regrets in this life,"
Yan Chu said, standing up straight, his voice calm yet indifferent, "Weiwei, I'm giving you time to think. I'm going to take a shower now. When I'm done, you tell me your decision."
Having said that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom.
The glass frosted door closed.
Luo Qiangwei remained seated on the sofa, maintaining the posture she had upon arrival, not even knowing whether to stand or to remain seated.
