Jian Dan clutched the front of his shirt tightly, nodding repeatedly, "Qin Uncle, I'm sorry."
She didn't know what to say besides sorry.
Bo Qin wrapped his arm around her waist and didn't let go, worried she would run away again, and sighed softly, "Jian Dan, what do you really want?"
Jian Dan's gaze was hazy, as if out of focus, and a muffled voice came from his chest, "If I tell you what I want, will you give it to me? Then I want you to marry me, will you?"
"Okay."
Jian Dan's pupils trembled, and she lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes reddening as she asked again, "Qin Uncle, did you hear what I said?"
"Mhm, I heard you, I'll marry you, but Jian Dan, you have to think it through. Men from the Bo Family, once they marry, they don't divorce. If you find someone you like later on, I won't divorce you."
A secret joy rose from the bottom of Jian Dan's heart, her face blooming like a myriad of flowers, "I won't like anyone else, only you."
