Duan Qingyi also warmed up in the same pose and smiled as he said, "Yes, my home is right across from hers. Our parents know each other well, so they arranged a marriage for us. We've been playing together since birth."
Although Muo Huangnian was only warming his hands, it felt like the fire in the stove had already burned them, the intense burning pain making it hard for him to breathe. He slowly said, "Do you...really like Manman?"
"I do," Duan Qingyi's smile was clean and refined, "she's my childhood sweetheart fiancée, of course I like her."
Of course I like her.
Just like Duan Qingyi really liked Qin Manman before his tragic death, but he never mentioned it, probably because he knew deep down he wasn't worthy of the Third Daughter of the Qin Family.
Muo Huangnian clenched his intertwined hands tightly, his eyes lowered, with a struggle like a trapped beast, painful yet unsolvable.
