In the middle of the night, Wushuang suddenly sensed an unusual presence.
She abruptly opened her eyes and saw a tall silhouette standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
She wasn't scared, just a bit surprised.
"Ache?"
"It's me."
It was indeed him.
Wushuang sat up without getting out of bed or turning on the light.
For some reason, she preferred facing him in the dark and didn't want to see his expression.
"It's so late, why are you here?" Wushuang asked calmly.
Ouyang Che crossed his arms and leaned against the window, his silver hair and the white curtains gently fluttering in the breeze.
"Are you planning to get married?" he asked just as calmly.
Wushuang knew he would come to confront her sooner or later.
She had mentally prepared herself.
"Yes, I can't avoid this, so I agreed."
"Which one of them do you like?" Ouyang Che asked again, his tone cold and unchanging.
"I don't like any of them."
"Then why agree?!"
"I told you, I can't avoid it."
