Si Mobai turned around and looked at Bi Ling coldly. His eyes were calm and emotionless. He could not even be bothered to hate or loathe her. He felt that it was a waste to even show the slightest emotions on her. It was an absolute waste.
"You can state your conditions now." His voice was cold, even colder than the snow beneath his feet.
Bi Ling felt that his voice was like a snowflake in the fog, landing on her body and quickly freezing into a layer of ice. Si Mobai, who was standing right in front of her, was like an iceberg.
No matter how close she got, he would always be far from her, like an illusion that she could not touch.
However, when she heard his words, she felt a glimmer of hope. He compromised and came to beg her. These three days, were the last few days he and Feng Tianlan spent together. From now on, he would belong to her.
"Marry me!"