"Momo, don't cry anymore, okay?" Ye Chen became somewhat anxious. With people coming and going at the South Gate, he always felt uncomfortable under their stares, so he wanted to quickly comfort Liu Momo. Liu Momo looked up at Ye Chen, her delicate face adorned with crystal-clear tears, resembling a figure made of tears, eliciting pity and compassion. She made one want to hold her tightly in their arms. Liu Momo sobbed, "No, no, it just won't do!"
"Ah, my little ancestor, then what do you want?" Ye Chen felt somewhat helpless.
"I don't want to leave Brother Chen, not now, not ever!" Liu Momo raised her head, looking at Ye Chen, and declared, "I want to marry Brother Chen!"
