"I didn't ask you to take responsibility..." Huo Qianqian muttered softly, seeing Wei Yan's expression turning progressively uglier, she spoke up, "Wei Yan, I'm serious. In any case, it's up to the girl like me to take responsibility, I'm saying 'let it go,' so let's just 'let it go,' okay?"
Huo Qianqian's 'let it go' succeeded in making Wei Yan's face look even worse. He had been insisting on taking responsibility, but was repeatedly refused. Continuing to chase her down to take responsibility, the girl might actually find him annoying.
"We can talk about this issue later," Wei Yan said, glancing at the clock on the wall, "It's getting late, we should head back to S City now, or we won't make it back for the wedding tonight."
"Talk about this later?" How could they talk about it later? Huo Qianqian felt a bit gloomy, but she still caught the important point in Wei Yan's just-spoken words: "Wait a minute, did you just say... tonight's wedding?"
