"I know." Lu Chuan saw her serious explanation, and somehow felt a little disappointed, lowering his head, "But... only when you wash my clothes am I truly happy."
"Think about it carefully, maybe I'm not the most suitable choice for you. You're choosing a wife, not a servant." Su Mei earnestly advised him.
Lu Chuan's heart suddenly felt heavy, seeing her eyes slightly red, he anxiously explained, "I'm not looking for a servant, I'm looking for a wife..." You're the person I most want to marry in my heart.
He didn't have the courage to say the rest, and could only watch her leave.
Su Mei turned and quickly walked away, stopping only after crossing the corridor, standing silently in place, leaning her back against the cold wall, patting her face, and after regaining her composure, she whispered: "I'm not worthy of you."
The stove was burning in the room, with a window open to allow airflow, making it not stuffy, and slightly warmer than outside.
