Quan Shaoqing's reaction was only momentary. He lowered his head and chuckled softly, jesting, "If you're willing to marry me, I won't marry her."
Gu Xiaoxi looked back at his somewhat serious profile and laughed scornfully, "Men really are no good. They can still say such things even when they're about to get married. Miss Chen would be heartbroken if she knew."
"Would you be willing to come with me then?" Quan Shaoqing asked, his deep eyes and Gu Xiaoxi's blank gaze locked tightly, his tone filled with gravity.
This time, it was she who was momentarily lost.
Wherever she went, it would be the same—if it wasn't for true love, she would be lonely wherever she went.
"Don't say things like that in the future, we have no right."
She was already married, and he was also about to be.
Snowflakes spiraled down onto the glass window, and under the assault of the indoor heating, the snowflakes quickly turned into mist and rolled down from the glass.
