"Alright, I'm old, you're young, we're an old husband and young wife." His tone was indulgent, and Li Fengnian even kissed her face.
"Who's a couple with you," He Lingling pouted, lying deliberately to emphasize the situation: "My sister laid down harsh words, there's no having you without losing her."
Li Fengnian wasn't surprised, which made He Lingling click her tongue. Could it be they had really reached a point of mutual hostility? If so, what should she do? Could she really be with Li Fengnian?
The state of calm she had just achieved was now unsettled with anxiety.
Seeing that Li Fengnian remained silent, seemingly troubled, she pouted, "I don't want to choose."
These were her true feelings; she liked both sides and didn't want to let go of either, wanting to have both. It didn't seem like a difficult thing, as many people—nearly everyone she knew—had both family and love simultaneously. Yet she couldn't understand why, for her, it had become a hard choice.
