Perhaps because his tone was too harsh just now, Wei Linfeng paused for a moment and then said, "Enough."
Qin Mo pressed her lips together, her eyes already somewhat moist, but she nevertheless remained silent.
Wei Linfeng stood up, walked in front of her, took her hand, and said, "Some things shouldn't be spoken; it's not good for either of us. Qin Mo, I quite like you, do you know why?"
Qin Mo gazed at him intently, waiting for his answer.
"Because you are smart enough. You probably know a lot of things, but you know what to say and what not to say. Since I said I would marry you, I definitely will. Do you understand?"
A trace of desolation rose in Qin Mo's heart.
She was marrying him only because she loved him, even though she knew he always had someone else in his heart, she still held onto hope, hoping he could love her the same way.
So, upon hearing his words, she wasn't without sadness.
But so what if she's sad? So what if she's troubled?
