Qiao Yongyong still stared at her: "You haven't answered."
Gan Ying frowned: "You've drunk too much."
Qiao Yongyong's starry eyes were half bright, half dark, revealing no thoughts, and she spoke in a gentle tone: "Tell me the answer, Gan Ying."
Gan Ying took a deep breath: "Both he and I are in the past. Haven't you already married him? Why are you asking me such questions now? Is it to humiliate me?"
Her eyes remained steadfast: "No, I just want to know the answer. Do you still love Brother Yixiao? Are you willing to care for him and be good to him for a lifetime?"
Gan Ying didn't understand what was wrong with her. Was she drunk? It didn't seem like it. But if she wasn't drunk, why suddenly ask such questions of an old rival?
Seeing her remain silent, Qiao Yongyong pinched her chin, her tone growing more persistent: "Tell me, Gan Ying."
