"Can't you tell what kind of relationship I have with Mo Wei? Compared to what he has with you, mine's obviously better!"
"Of course!"
"I really like Mo Wei, so I don't care whether I'm worthy of him or not. I fell for someone else, so I ran away from the wedding—it's that obvious, and Young Master Ling still can't figure it out?" An Ziqing smiled faintly.
If looks could really kill, An Ziqing was sure that right now Ling Chuan would want to slice her into a thousand pieces.
"Very good! That's a good enough reason! Since you put it that way, I don't have any regrets either! An Ziqing, since you like Mo Wei so much, I'll just wish you two grow old together!" Ling Chuan stared at An Ziqing and said it word by word.
An Ziqing was still smiling. "I also wish Young Master Ling and Miss Li a happy life together."
