Qiao Yiyang hooked his lips into a faint smile, "I've changed my mind. Instead of dating you, I'd rather marry you. Only when you become my wife will I truly feel that you belong to me."
"Qiao Yiyang, you don't understand me at all. Are you sure you want to marry me? Your interest in me might just be temporary. Aren't you afraid you'll regret it one day if you marry me?"
"I'm certain I want to marry you, and I will not have a day of regret," he stated firmly.
Lin Xinlan was speechless.
She looked at him, trying to discern something from his eyes.
But aside from the persistence and longing in his gaze, she couldn't make out anything else.
He was serious about marrying her; he wasn't joking.
Lin Xinlan's mind went blank, unsure of how to rebut him.
Deep down, she was opposed to marrying him, but did she have the right to say no?
She was not afraid to die, nor was she afraid that Rong Mingyan would go back on his word and kill her.
