Qiao Man was lost in her own thoughts, her gaze occasionally brushing past Mo Tingshen, yet she dared not look directly at his face. It seemed as if she had lost control over the inner self, with each word she spoke sounding more and more ethereal.
She clenched her palm hard and suddenly showed vulnerability, "Tingshen, can we ask them to come back? We can still have the wedding, I don't care about the auspicious time, I want to marry you, is that okay?"
Mo Tingshen remained silent. Qiao Man seemed entranced in front of him; he noticed but found himself unfit to console her.
"Brother Tingshen, is it okay?"
Qiao Man couldn't care less about anything anymore, abandoning all her pride.
After all, this man had been her dream since her youth.
Mo Tingshen sighed, "Manman, there's no wedding anymore. I apologize to you. Any other request you have, I'll agree to."
