"Is my love that fickle?" Ruan Tianling asked mockishly.
Ruan's mother replied with a headache: "Tianling, as someone who has been through it, love isn't as important as you imagine. Don't talk to me about love, I know, the sentiments will naturally develop when two people spend enough time together. You try getting along with Yan Yue, your feelings for her will return."
Ruan Tianling only wanted to sneer.
Any love that could change, wasn't true love.
How can true love ever change...
Seeing him dismiss her words, his mother added: "Tianling, even if you can't fall in love with Yan Yue again, how do you plan to deal with the child she's carrying in her belly? Do you not want your own child?"
Ruan Tianling stood up and spoke indifferently: "Don't speak anymore, let me think about it."
His mother paused and showed a look of joy.
"You agreed to consider marrying Yan Yue?"
Ruan Tianling didn't say a word, but his demeanor seemed a bit wavering.
