Meng Qianqian continued, "Because I am not qualified."
Old Master Meng was puzzled, "What kind of nonsense is this?"
With a calm gaze as if an ancient well unchanged for millennia, Meng Qianqian said, "Seven years ago, I don't know if she holds a grudge. I am not qualified to forgive on her behalf. As for the arranged marriage, if I disagree, no one can force me."
"I have my plans, so if you're worried about the arranged marriage, you don't need to be. You don't owe me, nor did you force me. If you feel guilty, then burn some paper money and speak to her yourself."
Old Master Meng stood up from his chair, staring blankly at Meng Qianqian, "You..."
Meng Qianqian said, "May 21st, the time of the rooster, happens to be tomorrow."
With that, she turned around, resolutely opened the door, and disappeared into the boundless night.
Old Master Meng felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
