But the longer the time passed, the harder it was for him to let go. This woman was indeed too enticing, it became an addiction for him. Today, he had hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to propose marriage.
"No! It really won't work..." Bai Oulan kept shaking her head, her head low, unable to meet the man's eyes.
The man grew furious. "It's just because you can't let go of being Meng Fan's fiancée, even using his death to your advantage. Look at yourself—what are you really worth? Consider it an honor that I even fancy you."
"Don't talk about me either!" Bai Oulan, feeling indignant, widened her eyes and retorted, "What are you worth? Are you really a good person? Who would have thought that right after Meng Fan's death, you could sleep with his fiancée?"
"You... are simply being unreasonable."
Inside the room, the two argued incessantly while Qin Yue, standing outside the window, listened with utter boredom.
