Shen Zixuan didn't answer her question but closed the door and walked toward her step by step:
"Miao Han, tell me, why did you reject me yesterday?"
Cheng Miaohan's face showed a slight change, yet she bit her lip and said:
"Brother Zixuan, I don't want to answer that question."
"You don't want to answer the question?"
Shen Zixuan paused in his steps, his face filled with a cold smile:
"Miao Han, you weren't like this before."
"I remember, ever since we were young, you have always liked me, and I also know that, in your heart, you regard me as your idol."
"But, just three years, and everything has changed."
"I thought that if I was good enough, had everything, you would accept my marriage proposal, marry me, become my woman."
"It seems now that I was too conceited."
Cheng Miaohan shook her head:
"Brother Zixuan, you are very excellent, and a good person; you have always been the warm, generous, and capable boy next door in Miaohan's heart."