"You don't like your fiancé?" Wen Tongyao asked bluntly.
If she liked her fiancé, she would probably already hate him to the core, right?
Because without love, there is no hatred.
"I don't like my fiancé. His family is superstitious and believes that my destiny will bring good fortune to a husband. So when I was eight, they forced my parents to engage me to him. But he's terrible, a philanderer with countless women around him. I'd rather die than marry him. I'm so glad I can get away from him, but... I won't marry Ouyang Silv either."
"Why not?" Wen Tongyao realized this seemingly gentle girl wasn't without her own opinions.
The girl bit her lip, "Our first meeting... was too disgraceful! I was given to Ouyang Silv as a gift. How could he cherish me?"
"That's not necessarily true!" Wen Tongyao smirked, "What's love in this world? Just one thing subduing another. Maybe you were born to subdue Ouyang Silv!"
Miaomiao lowered her head, thinking carefully.
