An unmarried woman actually plans not to get married.
It's a rare thing in this era.
Zhao Jingmiao shook her head with a bitter smile, "Anyway, I just won't get married, as long as you understand this, as for the reason?"
Pain flashed across Zhao Jingmiao's face as she spoke, "Don't force me, I don't want to talk about it."
"You should go, don't come back in the future."
She finished speaking and moved aside from the doorway.
The meaning couldn't be clearer, she was asking him to leave.
Qian Bao saw her like that, after thinking for a moment, he still went ahead and finished washing the dishes, turned off the gas stove on the cooktop, and said, looking at her turned head, "The chicken soup in the clay pot should be ready to drink."
Originally, it would be better to stew it a bit longer, but he was afraid she would forget to turn off the fire and cause an accident.
Zhao Jingmiao said nothing.
