Anran turned her head to look at him, her expression complex and hard to decipher.
"What are you still hesitating about?" Duan Xingzhou asked again.
"I..."
Anran didn't even know what she was hesitating about. In that situation just now, she should have agreed smoothly, but when the words reached her lips, she still hesitated.
Mrs. Duan was right; they had been through so much, and now they were together again, there shouldn't be any more concerns, yet she still...
Duan Xingzhou walked in front of her, squatted down, held onto her legs, with an indelible pain in his eyes.
"Why?"
Duan Xingzhou lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath to suppress the uncontrollable sobbing.
"I said I wouldn't force you, but I still want to ask again, why?"
"I... I don't know either." Anran pursed her lips and placed her palm on his hand, "I'm sorry..."
Duan Xingzhou's hand slowly clenched into a fist, "Does this mean you disagree?"
