"Am I really not good enough?" Xia Zhao repeated his question again.
Mu Chenyan held his hand that was dripping from her head slowly and held it tightly as she stared into his eyes, "Zhao, even if I go against my conscience, I can't find anything wrong with you except that you talk too little. I have said a lot of things about you over the years but I have never called you a bad person. Good? You're more than just good enough for anyone. In fact, I think there aren't that many women who are worthy of you.
"You're tall, handsome, successful. You don't have any bad habits. You don't have any messy relationships. As you said, you're rich. So, finding anything wrong with you is difficult. You have all the qualities that a woman wants in a man these days."
"I'm talking about you, Yanzi," he interrupted. "I don't care about what others think. What about you?"
"Zhao, do you think I'm a match for you? Am I worthy?"
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