Jiho's gaze remained steady, her tone unyielding. "he isn't my fiancé and I don't agree with this engagement."
Old Man Gu's face twisted in frustration, his eyes searching Jiho's for any sign of remorse or compliance. But Jiho's expression remained indifferent, her posture relaxed yet resolute. The grip on her wrist felt like iron, but she showed no sign of discomfort.
"You can't just dismiss this, Jiho," Old Man Gu insisted, his voice edged with desperation. "This engagement is important."
"To you," Jiho replied coldly. "Not to me."
The old man's grip slackened slightly, his anger momentarily replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. His eyes narrowed, searching her face for a hint of hesitation, but there was none.
"Why must you always be so stubborn?" he muttered, more to himself than to her, his voice tinged with a blend of frustration and helplessness.
