"What?! Marriage?!"
Dong Junyong was shocked when he heard it, thinking he must have misheard.
"Yes, after my father's hundredth day, we'll get married."
Poison spoke with a calm voice, lacking any hint of joy.
"..."
Dong Junyong knew how deeply Poison was hurt by what Meimei did, which led him to say such things. But at this moment, he didn't know how to comfort Poison. He had also experienced the feeling of losing a close relative; it was so disorienting, so helpless, as if his sky had lost the sun and suddenly lost direction...
"Dong'er, I've thought it over these past days. Perhaps in a previous life, I owed you..."
When Poison spoke of this, a rare tenderness appeared on his face, but it was fleeting as a painful expression returned to his eyes.
"Dong'er, if we marry, I won't touch you, which might be unfair to you. You can refuse; I won't force you to stay with me..."
Poison slowly revealed his decision.
