Ren Chuqing slightly furrowed her brows, "What feelings should I have about you seeing someone else? Just like you once said, you will inevitably choose a woman of equal social standing to marry. The woman mentioned by your grandfather just now, she is a match for you in terms of social status, isn't she?"
He squinted his eyes, "But don't you like me? Don't you have any other feelings? Aren't you jealous?"
"I do like you, and it does hurt a bit, but it's not unbearable," Ren Chuqing said. "If you want me to feel jealous, then I'm sorry, I can't provide that emotion."
He stared at her, her expression too calm, her tone too nonchalant, as if whom he met or married was of no consequence to her.
She had said she would stand by his side, and indeed, she was by his side now. Yet why was he still filled with this unease?
It was like his hand, which was holding hers, but it felt like he was holding nothing at all.
