Ran Yan reached out to pour herself a glass of water, lifted it to her lips, and took a sip, saying, "It was about half a month ago, Father probably thought my illness was terminal, that my life was nearing its end, so he decided on this marriage."
After a pause, seeing Ran Yunsheng's displeased expression, she comforted him instead, "If I truly were terminally ill, getting married would not matter much, as I wouldn't have many days left. But now that I have recovered, if I am unwilling, no one can force me! The same goes for the Gao family. Brother, I can already protect myself, there is no need for worry."
Ran Yunsheng cast his eyes down, hiding his eyes that resembled autumn water, and hummed softly, making his emotions indiscernible. It was as if he took a moment to calm his mood before turning his head and instructing the Servant to tell the restaurant to change the dishes they ordered.
