"You're right,"
Zhang Cuilan said with a smile, "I never realized... you're quite the philosopher."
After uttering those words, Zhang Cuilan tightened her grip on Su Wen's hand, squeezing so hard, he began to gasp for breath.
Su Wen kept his calm and firmly pushed away Zhang Cuilan's hand, "Sister, you are my brother's widow, and you will always be my brother's widow. I could never do something to betray my brother, so please stop this."
Upon hearing Su Wen's words, Zhang Cuilan's expression instantly changed; she sharply inhaled, looking serious as she said, "But your brother has been dead for a long time, am I supposed to remain a widow for the dead forever? I am still young, and a virgin, at that. I think I have the right to pursue my own happiness, don't I?"
