"If back then I hadn't done something wrong to you, would you really have married me?" Ye Meiru looked at Zhou Mikang with a persistent gaze, ignoring his reminders.
"I would have," Zhou Mikang did not lie, "but it wouldn't be about love, only about responsibility."
"Initially, you insisted on being with me. Back then, you were very angry. Why do you say now that it has nothing to do with love?"
"Back then, did you even understand what love was?"
"Me?" Ye Meiru thought dreamily for a moment, shaking her head, "Probably not, otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a thing."
"My answer is the same as yours, Ye Meiru. I don't want to explain to you anymore what went wrong in the past, what's happening now. I believe you already understand; it's just that you can't accept it.
All your life, it has only been you who did not want others; there was never a case of someone not wanting you. So, knowing that I got married, you could not stand it.
