For a long time, Jiang Tan doubted if she had misheard.
She clenched Zhou Yinghuai's sleeve with her fingers so hard that her eyes felt sour and stinging, "What did you say? Zhou Yinghuai, could you repeat that?"
Zhou Yinghuai wasn't usually a gentle man, but he gently kissed Jiang Tan's tear-stained eyes and said firmly, "I said, I'm not getting married, Jiang Tan."
Jiang Tan didn't know what price Zhou Yinghuai would have to pay for his decision.
Yet, she was ultimately a selfish person. She didn't want to ask anything more. She just wanted to spend more time with this man named Zhou Yinghuai.
In Ning City, snow was falling heavily like cotton. Jiang Tan sat across from Tang Xian and Meng Yanxi with the brightly lit fireplace behind her.
She bowed her head to read the menu, ordered a few dim sum dishes, and passed it to Tang Xian.
Jiang Tan asked, "Tang Xian, what would you like to eat?"
