Hearing her words, Lin Wenxuan abruptly pulled himself out of his memories, lifted his head, and stared at her blankly.
Though Qi Yu had guessed correctly, there was no joy in her expression.
She sighed, not knowing whether it was for Lin Wenxuan's story of unrequited love or for the woman with the tragic background.
Lin Wenxuan let down his guard, no longer acting like a hedgehog who lashed out at everyone, and said calmly, "You're right, I do like her, and even thought about marrying her. However, my mother would never agree. I have always known that the person I am supposed to marry is the young Miss from the Su Family."
Qi Yu glanced at him and felt his current normalcy was somehow alienating, making him somewhat unrecognizable to her.