Fu Zhen gazed at the chrysanthemums in the courtyard, remaining silent.
Mrs. Feng sighed, "If you are truly unwilling to accept this marriage, I won't force you. But you must at least speak the truth to me. Your ambiguous attitude leaves me uneasy. If you decide not to agree, there's no need to send Zhan Er to the ancestral hall for prayers."
Fu Zhen sat down on the railing, her smile faded away: "We haven't reached the point of pledging ourselves to life and death."
"Naturally," Mrs. Feng also sat down, "How long have you known him? How could it be possible to vow life and death?"
"That's why when you all asked me to say I was thoroughly committed to him, how could I say such deceitful words?" Fu Zhen looked at her, "That night he mentioned a separation, and I also asked myself if we could avoid reaching that step.
"Unfortunately, I hadn't found the answer yet, and he was adamant about proceeding, so I had no reason to refuse."
"What about now?"
