"I've waited for you until my hair turned gray, becoming a stone waiting for her husband, and then you come back with another woman and tell me you're marrying her?" An Ziqing asked seriously.
Mo Wei was amused by her seriousness, "If you really become a stone waiting for me, I'll sink with you to the bottom of the sea."
"Get to the point, are you bringing another woman?"
"I won't!" Mo Wei swore, "Will you wait for me?"
An Ziqing tilted her head as if thinking it over with difficulty, "I won't. I won't fight an unprepared battle, won't take risks."
Mo Wei's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then he smiled, already knowing the answer, "Qingqing, you're so straightforward, my little heart aches."
"Better a short pain than a long one. So, goodbye! When are you leaving?" An Ziqing patted his arm, slipping the bank card into his pocket.
"Tomorrow."
