"You're already twenty-six. It's time to think about it. He has decent conditions, his family is stable, and he has a good job. It just depends on whether you want to meet him or not."
An image suddenly appeared in her mind.
After marriage, she would revolve around the stove every day, doing laundry and cooking, and taking care of the children.
Having to watch her mother-in-law's moods, her husband criticizing the saltiness of the dishes, complaining that she can't manage the household.
A sudden tightness hit her chest, and her breath paused for a moment.
The oppressive feeling rose up from the bottom of her heart.
She gently put down her chopsticks, making a faint clinking sound.
The food that was steaming hot suddenly lost its flavor in her eyes.
"Not hungry?"
Tristan looked up at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He noticed the change in her mood, his tone still calm but with a hint of seriousness.
