“I say I’ll marry, so I’ll register now.” He said this and carried her horizontally out of the garden. He never used to think that loving someone meant he had to marry her, but now he had to do just that. He wanted to mark her as his, otherwise she would always want to give him away.
“Jun Hao, put me down. Who would marry such an arrogant guy? I said I won’t marry, so I won’t.” She glared at him and shouted.
“Hehe…” Jun Hao laughed lightly: “Who would want to marry such a tigress.” Compared to her gloomy appearance, he loved her fierce look now. Without the expected roar, he looked down to see she had fallen asleep on his chest. “An Ke, you’re not allowed to sleep without my permission.” He wanted to put her down, not provide such a comfortable embrace for her to sleep, but he was even more reluctant to let her go.
“Domineering guy.” Her voice was soft, like a whisper: “Hao, do you know what my life goal used to be?”
“Tell me.” He held her and walked along the villa’s small path.
“Work hard to earn money to send my brother to college, work hard to earn money to support my father, then find an honest man to marry, have children, do laundry and cooking for him, and live a simple life. That would be happiness for me.” She leaned on his chest, tears quietly flowing: “But from the moment I met you, my life was no longer calm. If there’s a next life, I really hope we never meet.”
He stopped, put her down, and looked into her eyes: “Is this your true feelings? Or what you said to Xiang Zhen is your true feelings?”
An Ke was stunned. Had he heard her conversation with Cold Xiang?
He seemed to see through her thoughts: “I heard your entire conversation. Did you think just making me believe you don’t love me would make your departure less painful?” He imitated her previous action, pulling her small hand and pressing it to his heart: “It’s already filled with you. If you leave, it will be empty.”
