“Hanlun?” Lin Haihai was confused. “Why should you marry Hanlun? Do you like him?”

“That’s beside the point. Do you think he’s a reliable man?” Yu Qing frowned. “It’s better to marry him than to marry a random guy.”

“He is reliable,” Lin Haihai said in concern. “But I worry that he’ll be unable to move on after what Chen Birou did, and you won’t be happy with him!”

“Do you really think I won’t be able to weed out whatever lasting influence Chen Birou has on him? I didn’t live to this day and learned nothing!” Yu Qing laughed. Yang Hanlun was naive, especially in matters of the heart. That was exactly the kind of man she needed now, though, since she had lost her faith in love.

Suxin came up to their table with their order. Li Junyue smiled at her. There was something inexplicably eerie about the way she smelled - like she had emerged from a sea of damp, rottenly sweet flowers. The fragrance was incredibly strong, and yet it seemed...