As soon as the words left her mouth, Lin Miaoyu was frightened by her own conjecture, and her pretty face showed an expression of terror and confusion.
If that really was the case... how was she supposed to...
Upon hearing the name Zhao Mengmeng from Lin Miaoyu's mouth, Pei Chenyang showed a look of surprise.
"Why would you think that?" Then, he frowned and asked in return.
This had nothing to do with Zhao Mengmeng at all; it was merely that he didn't want Lin Miaoyu to bear this grievance and had made a suggestion that was fairer to her.
Lin Miaoyu's tears fell like beads off a string, "I can only think this way! Because this is what happened, and after you calmed down, you actually would rather not marry me!"
Having said that, Lin Miaoyu suddenly threw herself into Pei Chenyang's arms, tightly wrapped her arms around his lean waist, and buried herself in his chest.
