This was a rather bizarre scene in the eyes of an onlooker.
In the dense forests of the deep mountains, on a narrow muddy path, a man and a woman faced each other.
Coffins were placed among the bushes and on the wooden benches on both sides of the path; the two of them seemed oblivious to the strange setting, staring intently at each other.
"Tsk, hey, why do you like me? Can I make you change your mind?"
"No way!" Xian Qianling appeared quite righteous, "You like Zhao'er, that's your business; as for who I like, that's my business, it's my freedom. My parents can't control it, let alone my relatives and friends."
"You can like anyone, An Zaixu, Pei Yongjun, Takeshi Kaneshiro, Takuya Kimura, Louis Koo, Juki Ku, Nicholas Cage, all of them are okay, but can you exclude me?"
Xian Qianling shook her head firmly.
"Alright then."
Knowing it was no use arguing, you turned and walked away.
"Hmph, I have such a thick face, I'm so shameless, what about it!?"
