"I'm not threatening you; we're cancelling the engagement. I don't want to marry you anymore,"
Yan Zhi said calmly, the sour bitterness in her mouth tasted by no one but herself.
Upon hearing her words, Shi Yan could only find it amusing.
"Who was it that wrote in the classmates' book since kindergarten that her biggest dream was to marry me?"
Rourou, who taught you to play this cancellation of engagement card? Was it Lu Xiaoyou? Has she taught you how to hold your ground with men because she can stand firm beside Dragon Lord?"
Yan Zhi couldn't pull away Shi Yan's hand covering her eyes, even using both hands; clenching her teeth, she cried out,
"You said yourself that was the past; my biggest dream is no longer to marry you!"
Her voice, like an electrical current, shot from the soles of her feet straight to the man's heart. Suddenly, his chest started to hurt, and as Yan Zhi gripped his hand, he felt as though she was viciously clawing at his heart.
