"It's nothing much." Wen Nuan paused her movement of pressing her shoulders, the bitter smile at her lips freezing into ice, yet her voice was so light and cheerful, like a bird released from its cage:
"In other words, your daughter is now free. From now on, she can do whatever she wants without worrying about being married or anything."
"Is that really what you think?" Wen Qingyan turned back, quickly putting on a relaxed and carefree expression: "Of course, they all say marriage is the grave of love, and it's really true. Before getting married, you feel like you love each other a lot, but once you're married, all sorts of conflicts arise. Now that I think about it, being single is better."
"Do you really feel like you can't go on anymore?" Wen Qingyan still seemed a bit incredulous, his eyes dark with emotion as he looked at Wen Nuan and sighed: "Actually, Dad has always liked Leng Yan, I didn't expect him to do such a disgraceful thing."
