"Grandma, don't you feel even a bit of guilt?" Leng Chenxuan lifted his sorrowful eyes, "Do you remember how we treated Qianxue back then? I've already caused her such a deep misunderstanding, hurt her so profoundly, and yet, she didn't get even one chance for me to explain! Do you know how much pain is in my heart? Do you know?"
"Chenxuan, there are plenty of good women in the world, why must you fixate on her? Do you not know that she is..."
"She is what?" Leng Chenxuan stared intently at his grandmother, still unable to understand the reason for her disdain towards Qianxue. If it was again about that damned matching of social status, the family's interests, he would tell those excuses to go to hell!
His love for Qianxue had nothing to do with family interests.
"Chenxuan." Cheng Xiuhe calmed down, "No matter what she is? Anyway, Grandma is already eighty-six this year, and soon she'll be stretched out in her coffin. When that time comes, you can marry however you want."
