If it weren't for her wellbeing, why would he demean himself like this?
...
Gu Qingxin leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was faster and stronger than usual. She lifted her head and looked at him earnestly, saying, "If you really get married to Long Xuxu, I will leave."
Beiming Han looked at her serious expression, a promise evident in his dark eyes. He gently touched her cheek and said, "I won't marry her."
Beiming Han knew clearly that her being with him meant that she was constantly demeaning herself.
A knock sounded on the door, and the voice of Long Xuxu echoed from outside, "Han, are you in there? Most of the guests have arrived downstairs, we should go and toast them."
Upon hearing Long Xuxu's voice, Gu Qingxin's heart tightened. Almost reflexively, she shrank into his arms, biting her lip. At this moment, she felt like an existence that couldn't bear the light.