In Yao Qing's memory, this wasn't the first time Yu Yanshen talked about getting married.
Most young people nowadays advocate for later marriages, thinking that marrying too early when both parties are psychologically immature could lead to later regrets.
Unless one is desperately in love with the other, they might consider getting married in haste.
She looked at the man before her with a hint of suspicion, a thought gradually forming in the back of her mind.
"Yu Yanshen, have you fallen in love with me?"
The man's gaze rested quietly on her profile, not fluctuating much in response to her question.
"What counts as falling in love with you?"
"If you haven't fallen in love with me, then why do you keep thinking about marrying me?"
Yu Yanshen's brows furrowed slightly.
