Yao Qing didn't know what Yu Yanshen was truly thinking; she only assumed he was uttering sweet nothings.
However, it was undeniable that most women harbored dreams of marriage.
It was at this moment that Yao Qing suddenly realized, when Yu Yanshen spoke of marriage, she felt no repulsion or disgust, only a sense of suddenness.
She suddenly stood up from his embrace, "I'm going to put on a piece of clothing."
Without waiting for Yu Yanshen's reaction, she turned and entered the bedroom.
The man's profound and unfathomable gaze followed her retreating figure, and after a long while, he leaned back and started to fiddle with the second button on his shirt.
Yao Qing entered the bedroom.
She leaned against the solid wood door, staring at the snow-white ceiling.
Liking, marriage, getting back together—these words swirled in her mind.
To get back together?
Even if there was a fifty percent chance of repeating past mistakes, to get back together?
