"She won't!" Ou Yimo said loudly as he walked.
"She will," he said firmly.
Ou Yimo clenched his fists.
"Ayao, aren't you sober yet? If she could see you, she would have seen you by now!"
"You look for so many media outlets every day, broadcasting your wedding and still waiting for your bride. It's been seven days, even if she never watches the news, she should have heard from others that you are waiting for her, right?"
"Even if she had a heart of stone, if she had even a little bit of affection for you, she should have come back by now. But she has not appeared at all, don't you understand? She's not coming back."
When Ou Yimo reached this point, he spoke to Gong Beiyao in a passionate tone:
"It's okay if you don't accept me now, I can wait for you, however long it takes. But I hope you won't continue being foolish."
Gong Beiyao coldly pushed Ou Yimo away and stepped towards the outside...
Ou Yimo fell to the ground, fists clenched tight.
