Shen Tingyu glanced over at some point. Seeing her anxious and uneasy expression, he let out a soft, silent sigh. "Please, don't be like this, Yaoyao. It makes me feel terribly awkward."
The girl he had so carefully laid his heart bare for, the one he was willing to defy all his elders to marry, was now looking at him with utter embarrassment after rejecting him.
It was truly mortifying.
Shen Tingyu said, "It was only a verbal agreement. Since we're calling it off, let's just leave it at that. You don't need to feel awkward. If we can't be husband and wife, we are still cousins. And… friends."
The moment the words left his lips, the carriage wheels ground to a halt.
Just like their hastily arranged betrothal.
It was over.
Shen Tingyu was the first to step out of the carriage, extending a hand to her.
The skin of the pampered young nobleman was fair and smooth, his long, jade-like fingers with their distinct knuckles held right before her.
