"Who said there's nothing between us? I'm the one who's married to you! I'm also the one who sleeps with you every night! Do you think it's possible to erase those memories?"
An Jichuan did not want to let her go. If she left, they might never meet again.
"No matter what, I don't want to see you!"
Xue Yating turned her head and did not want to look at him again.
"Fine! I can disappear from your sight! But if you really love my big brother and still have some conscience, then you can stay and mourn for my big brother for three years! After three years, no one will stop you from going anywhere!"
An Jichuan's request was not excessive at all. In Rongcheng, when the husband died, it was indeed a three-year mourning period.
It would be three years before the woman could remarry or whatever. The man's family had no right to interfere with their freedom.
After pondering for a moment, Xue Yating agreed. "Okay! I will do it!"