"Many people say that in a relationship, the one who loves more suffers more, while the one who loves less lives more comfortably. So, I'm willing to suffer," Wen Mulan spoke.
A fog suddenly rose in Lu Mianmian's eyes. She hadn't planned to cry, but her nose was unbearably sour, and it seemed like her tears were about to overflow.
"You fool," she choked out.
Seeing Lu Mianmian's eyes suddenly redden, Wen Mulan got a bit flustered, "Yes, yes, I'm a fool. Don't cry. If you don't like my answer, I can change it."
Watching his anxious and worried look, Lu Mianmian couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.
He looked nothing like Eldest Young Master Wen, the poised and composed man he was. He seemed more like a flustered youth.
"Lan, I want to marry you, and I want to have a little Lan," she said. The future held hope for her.
"Alright," he agreed.