Yue Yaer pushed away Wang Peiling's hand that was gripping her wrist and calmly said, "Peiling, a marriage not blessed by your parents won't be happy. Since your mother dislikes me so much, there's no need for us to continue."
"You... what do you mean?" Wang Peiling's face suddenly changed.
His previously flushed face gradually lost its color, becoming pale as paper: "Do you mean you want to break up with me?"
"Yes," Yue Yaer nodded, "You're right, we are not suitable for each other. Continuing will only waste each other's time and perhaps even hurt each other. Ending it now is the best choice for us."
"Yaer, how can you do this?" Wang Peiling looked at Yue Yaer in disbelief, his face pale, his voice trembling: "Do you, do you love me or not?"
"I don't know," Yue Yaer looked at him honestly, "Regarding this question, I have never deceived you. When I agreed to date you, I only said I'm willing to give it a try, but now..."
