Jiang Ying nodded indifferently.
"Our social status disparity is vast, and I often feel that being with you makes me lose decorum and subjects me to criticism and ridicule, which is very stressful."
"Prince Qing, you should find a wife more suitable for you."
As she turned to leave, Prince Qing grabbed her wrist.
His eyes were already red: "Jiang Ying, you're lying, that's not what you truly think in your heart."
"A few days ago, every time you saw me, you were very happy. Whether you like me or not, your eyes can't lie!"
"What exactly are you worried about? Tell me, and we'll face it together, shoulder it together!"
Jiang Ying turned her head away, a flash of sorrow across her eyes.
In a moment, she let out a low chuckle, as if mocking, or self-mocking.
"Prince Qing, you are the most prominent and exceptional man within my range of choices."
