Zhang Hao glanced at it, his eyebrows furrowed—the man in the photo was fat and had big ears, resembling a short, squat winter melon.
"Under what circumstances did you accept his proposal?"
Sisi did not answer directly, took back her phone, and gazed longingly at Zhang Hao.
"If I could choose again, I would definitely resist, you know. He has a lot of women around him, but he said he likes me and wants to have several children with me."
Zhang Hao didn't know how to comfort her; he was still single, with no experience in love to share.
"Since you've made your choice, just keep going. At least the guy likes you," said Zhang Hao.
Sisi looked toward the beach, as the sky neared dusk and the sun was already above the horizon.
"Love can change. When I'm in my thirties or forties, past my prime, he won't like me anymore."
Zhang Hao had no response, feeling that silence was best at that moment.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"