Lin Shuang stood there a bit dejectedly, looking up at Zhao Hongyan: "What did she mean by that last sentence? What do you mean by being wronged? Is marrying me such a wrong to you?"
Indeed, it was a wrong. Such a fine young man had to take a fancy to such an unattractive girl with a bad temper; how could it not be a wrong?
Zhao Hongyan laughed heartily, pulling the sulking Lin Shuang into his arms and said in a voice only they could hear: "Not wronged, not wronged at all. How can those mediocre people see the beauty of the woman I love? My woman is the most beautiful and best in the world; no one can compare to you!"
Lin Shuang wrinkled her delicate little nose. Was this guy really having a sudden enlightenment? Now, talking sweetly came so easily to him. Who had he learned from? Why hadn't she noticed it before?
Wait a minute!
Lin Shuang suddenly came to her senses: "What about that old woman? Hurry up and chase her! If we wait any longer, we won't catch any big fish!"
