"Annoying, isn't it? I've already told you I need to think about it; don't bring up marriage for now," Yan Huan said irritably.
The phone hung in silence for a few seconds before a voice came through: "Marriage? Looks like I should congratulate you."
"Cheng Yue?" Yan Huan instantly recognized who it was.
"Mm." Cheng Yue gave a light hum, impossible to discern any emotion, nor did he say anything further.
The air turned silent like that, lasting at least a minute before Yan Huan spoke, "I didn't expect you would call."
"I didn't expect you would talk about marriage so soon either," Cheng Yue said in a deep voice.
To say he wasn't upset would be a lie. For these four or five years, every day and night, this person was always in his heart.
He thought all obstacles had been cleared, that they would have a beautiful future together.
It never occurred to him that Shen Qiqi's suicide would push things in a different direction.
