When Cheng Xi finished her monologue, she exuded a calm and unhurried aura; there was a slight smile on her face, and her gaze was gentle.

She didn’t want to give Lu Chenzhou any impression that she was interrogating him or causing any discomfort to his mental state.

She simply wanted him to let go of his “life plan,” and then take a moment to think about whether or not it was truly necessary to walk down such a path.

Lu Chenzhou looked at her, and she looked right back at him. Under the resplendent lamplight of the street, this man stood ramrod straight in his standard uniform, proud and aloof. The backdrop was pretty and dazzling, but his presence seemed to make everything felt muted, even somewhat illusory.

“Am I chasing after you because I want to get married, or because I truly love you?” As he slowly repeated Cheng Xi’s words, he smiled, stretched his finger out, and cupped her cheek. “You’re not even pretty, and whenever I see this half-dimple of yours,...