Zhang Xiaoshan was startled, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Oh..."
Jia Lanhua realized her lapse in composure and impetuousness and quickly changed her tone.
"I, I was just joking, I'm sorry."
Having suffered such a setback, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable and empty.
Zhang Xiaoshan expressed understanding.
"It's okay."
Jia Lanhua's heart was actually filled with a sourness at that moment.
She knew she deeply loved and needed Zhang Xiaoshan, but she was also acutely aware that, at present, she simply wasn't worthy of him.
For Zhang Xiaoshan to continue being kind to her was fortunate enough, to dream of becoming his wife was nothing but a fool's fantasy, an invitation to further humiliation.
Zhang Xiaoshan, noting Jia Lanhua's pallor, hesitated before speaking to her.
"Sister Lanhua, the truth is, I also have feelings for you, but I'm not planning on getting married just yet, wait..."
"Forget it."
