"Oh, if there's anything else on your mind, say it all." Huo Shiqian's voice betrayed no emotion.
Xia Chuyi sighed, relaxed her body, and leaned against the back of the chair.
Her gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Huo Shiqian, setting aside family background, personality, status... I'm only eighteen. There are still so many things I want to do, and I don't want to enter into marriage prematurely."
Images from her past life surfaced one by one in her mind.
"I have my own convictions, and people I need to protect. I can't fall into the role of a wife..."
"The person you want to protect, who is that?" Huo Shiqian's voice contained the undercurrent of a storm.
She glanced at him.
"You're overthinking it. It's not He Qing, nor Xia Lan..."
Having said that, she suddenly bit her tongue.
How did she read into Huo Shiqian's intentions again?
She coughed, pretending it was accidental, and changed the subject: "The person I want to protect is my uncle."