Who says that I am marrying her?

She looked wan without her makeup, albeit her features still looked pretty. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying excessively, and it made her look especially miserable.

The bar's loud music had mellowed into a soothing slow rock.

The man did not push her away, though his expression remained cold and remote. He bowed his head and coolly watched her in his arms before he uttered slowly, "Don't you find it disgusting to get so drunk?"

Stunned, she looked down resignedly. Her teary appearance looked sorrowful as she replied softly, "Yes, I also find myself ugly, but… Brother Mu, why are you ignoring me?"

He answered neutrally, "I've said before: until you acknowledge your fault—"

"My fault? What did I do wrong?" She broke down suddenly. "I'm just… just—"

"Enya, I know how you feel toward me, but I've already told you very clearly what's my stand on this matter! It's impossible between us."