She brushed away Zhou Yinghuai's hand from her shoulder, "But I don't need you to give up anything for me."
She was no longer that girl who could be satisfied with love as her only sustenance.
"Zhou Yinghuai, in this world, there isn't just love. There are many other things, like responsibility, like... repayment."
In the darkness of the night, Zhou Yinghuai looked at Jiang Tan's clear eyes, saw the glimmer of water within them, but also the fragments and determination.
He knew she had made up her mind.
Zhou Yinghuai smiled wryly with a bit of resignation; he sighed softly, his voice hoarse, "Okay, I understand."
Days went by.
Jiang Tan discovered that ever since the exchange in the car that day, Zhou Yinghuai's time with her had become less and less.
Mingyuan remained tranquil and desolate, just with even fewer sounds than before.
Several days in a row, there was hardly any communication between the two.
Until the night before trying on the wedding dress.