"You don't need to belittle yourself," Lu Chenyuan touched her head.
Lin Yan's expression was cold, "The person who's always made me belittle myself has always been you. You've already told others that I'm your fiancée, and now you're hesitating and vacillating again. Lu Chenyuan, I don't understand, what exactly are you afraid of? Or is it that you simply don't love enough to be content with the status quo."
Some memories, along with the shadows of his entire childhood, stuck in Lu Chenyuan's heart like a thorn that couldn't be pulled out, each stab only driving it deeper.
As for marriage, he held no expectations nor did he feel strong aversion; it was unrelated to love.
"Mm, get some rest early," Lu Chenyuan extinguished the cigarette butt between his fingers into the ashtray on the coffee table.
Lin Yan didn't want to argue with Lu Chenyuan and didn't feel like thinking about anything; she just felt uncomfortable and wanted to sleep.
