"Miss Yang."
"Hmm?"
"I need to confess something to you."
"What do you need to confess?" Yang Qinglan took a sip of milk.
"I did something I regret towards you."
While eating her vegetable salad, Li Qianxia abruptly held her breath, halting with her knife and fork in mid-air.
Yang Qinglan quietly watched Li Changzhou for a while.
"What do you regret doing to me?" Her tone was very calm.
"Wasn't my attribute locked by the game?"
"Hmm." Yang Qinglan set down her milk glass and picked up some peas.
"While I was practicing the 'Thunder Book,' whenever my physical condition improved, the game immediately pulled me back. But to get familiar with the 'Thunder Book,' striving to be able to complete the visualization instantly at critical moments, I still practiced diligently. It's—quite boring, you understand?"
Boring...
That's it, Qian Xia thought, boredom is the death knell of a marriage.
