Chang Jia's words were like a warm current, flowing slowly into Lin Jianqiu's heart.
"Brother Jia…"
Seeing Lin Jianqiu's eyes well up, Chang Jia ruffled her hair and said,
"Jianqiu, it's not that I dislike you, or that I don't love you. I just don't like all this talk about etiquette and rules."
This time, Chang Jia didn't pull away. Instead, he very naturally took Lin Jianqiu's hand.
They sat down on the chairs, and Chang Jia began to speak slowly.
"This is a new era, a new society. It's not like the old days. You don't have to keep following those rules."
'All that "the husband is the sky" bullshit can go to hell.'
Lin Jianqiu's hand, held by Chang Jia, trembled slightly, her palm growing damp with a thin layer of sweat.
But Chang Jia held it as if it were a precious treasure, a faint smile on his face.
Lin Jianqiu wanted to say more, but when she looked into Chang Jia's eyes, the words wouldn't come out.
