Hei Chai lifted her eyelids coolly, her eyes reflecting the image of Xie Shichen, and suddenly smiled, "Xie Shichen, don't act like you're so devoted. From the first day I was with you, I made it clear: I will never marry you, nor will I ever love you."
Xie Shichen suddenly felt a slight soreness in his eyes, a layer of mist blurring his vision. Afraid she would notice, he blinked to disguise it, turned his head, and fumbled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag.
He said, "Do whatever you want, marry or not, love or not, it's all up to you. But I've said it before: you were the one who came after me, so don't expect to get rid of me easily. If you want to maintain a cohabiting relationship, then let's just keep it this way."
"I won't have children for you, you'll have no descendants."
"I don't care."
