Yan Yue kept her head down, looking like a wronged young wife who did not dare to speak up.
The more humbly she behaved, the more the elders pitied her.
Ruan Tianling chuckled sarcastically, "I don't love her. Being with me will only make her unhappy. Knowing that if she marries me, she will live a miserable life, and yet, you still want to pressure me into marrying her?"
Yan's mother smiled a bit and said, "Tianling, we know those words were spoken out of anger. How could you possibly not love Yueyue? Back when Yueyue was overseas getting treatment, when you thought she had died, wasn't you profoundly distressed? We saw your agony. It hasn't been long. How could you stop loving her so quickly?"
