"It won't happen. You're so good, someone will definitely marry you." Qin Fen hardly dared to look into her eyes.
Song Yueqin put on her shoes and stood in front of Qin Fen, "What about you? Do you want to marry me...?"
Marry her...?
Qin Fen really hadn't thought about this question.
Especially today, when both his father and mother made their stance clear, it made Qin Fen somewhat sad.
His feelings for Song Yueqin were somewhat delicate; he couldn't quite clarify whether it was affection, or if it was gratitude he had always felt because she hadn't exposed him when he stole something in his youth.
Seeing Qin Fen hesitate, the light in Song Yuqin's eyes gradually dimmed, "I knew it. You came to see me out of nothing more than a moral sympathy."
"No... that's not it."
"Then do you like me?" Song Yueqin looked straight into Qin Fen's eyes, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, "Tell me, do you like me?"