Liu Li was too sensible.
The virtue, self-restraint and tolerance of traditional Chinese women were reflected vividly in her.
At the same time, she was not the kind of vine that clung to a big tree, like an accessory, completely relying on men to live.
Nowadays, independent women had self-respect, self-regard, and self-reliance. She did not lack any of them.
How could one not love her?
Wang Yan was silent for a moment, then he lowered his tone to the lightest and spoke sincerely.
"This year, I'm 19 years old, and you're 20 years old. Perhaps it's due to male chauvinism, I always feel that at this age, to talk about something that will last until death, is hypocritical, shallow, and even very ignorant.
Now, the only thing I can be sure of is that in my heart, besides my parents, you're the most important, and no one can replace you."
With just one sentence, her favorability returned to 97.