Fei'er said sincerely, "I was really just joking... So, how can I make you believe me?"
Mo Ziqi said coolly, "If you want me to believe you, prove it with your actions."
"How can I prove it?"
The man thought for a moment and said, "In a few days I will come to your home to propose, and by the way, fix a date for our wedding. When your parents discuss the wedding date with you, you should suggest next year's Shangsi Festival."
Next year's Shangsi Festival!
She would be only twelve by then, her body not even yet matured. How could she get married?
Fei'er pleaded with a bitter face, "Can it be two years later? I'm still young, I haven't even..."
Before she could finish, Mo Ziqi's oppressive look killed the rest of her words, "Are you saying that you weren't joking just now and that you truly don't want to marry me?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Fei'er shook her head repeatedly, fearing what this cold-hearted man might do if she dared to say she would not marry him.