Ling Hua stared at Yan Qing, at a rare loss for words.
Suddenly, Yan Qing asked, "Why do you say you have a special affection for me?"
Without thinking, Ling Hua blurted out, "Aren't you my fiancé?"
Yan Qing's mouth twitched, and he raised an eyebrow, "Qin Huan was also your fiancé once. Did you have a special affection for him too? If so, do you have some misunderstanding of the phrase 'special affection'? Does your special affection change depending on the fiancé?"
Implicitly, such changing affections were hardly worth a dime.
Ling Hua was suddenly struck speechless.
She hadn't anticipated that after going in circles, he would be here, waiting to trap her; skilled as she was with words, she found herself at a loss for an explanation at this moment, somewhat stammering, "Can I take back what I just said and start over?"
"Take back which words?" Yan Qing arched an eyebrow, "The ones about you being my fiancée?"
"Mm-hmm."
