Facing his gaze, Zhang Yuan instinctively clasped her hands together. Wen Bin smiled and openly spread his fingers, "I am not married."
Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to herself: whether you are married or not has nothing to do with me.
But out of politeness, Zhang Yuan still smiled slightly, "They say marriage is a tomb, rarely do men want to step into this tomb."
Wen Bin shook his head, "Whether it's a tomb depends on who you enter it with. If the other person in this tomb is someone you don't like, probably no one would want to go in."
"That's true, but from a woman's perspective, it's rare for a man to guard his solitude once he's entered the tomb," Zhang Yuan laughed, yet a trace of loneliness flickered in her eyes, leaving Wen Bin momentarily at a loss for words.
Just then, the waiter served breakfast, and for a moment, both fell silent.
