"Baihe." Ma Laiwang's face darkened, "Do you know what you're saying?"
Yang Baihe shrank her neck.
"Our marriage was arranged by your father and my father, your family has accepted the betrothal gifts, and now you say you won't marry, just like that?" Ma Laiwang glared at Yang Baihe, "I know you're unwilling, and I'm unwilling too, but our families' situations are like this, no matter how unwilling we are, we have to bear it."
"Why?" Yang Baihe retorted with bravado, glaring back at Ma Laiwang, "I'm unwilling, I have the fate of prosperity, why should I marry you? You're like a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"
"Is that prosperous fate really yours?" Ma Laiwang sighed, "Yang Baihe, if you truly have a prosperous fate, I won't force you, even if you could get Yang Ruxin to recognize you, I wouldn't marry you, but can you?"
Yang Baihe swallowed, then suddenly opened her mouth and started crying, eventually sitting on the ground and wailing.
