"It's me who doesn't plan on getting married."
There was a moment of hesitation and frustration in Xia Xiwei's eyes, but soon, she hid those emotions. She seemed to have figured something out, her expression regained its firmness, and facing Yan Baiqiu's incredulous look, Xia Xiwei took a deep breath and said:
"I believe in love, but I don't trust marriage. As long as two people love each other, what's the difference if there's a piece of paper or not?"
"Xixi, do you know how ridiculous what you're saying is?"
Yan Baiqiu's face turned very unpleasant, trying hard to suppress her volume, she scolded, "Do you think you are still an eighteen-year-old girl, how can you say such irresponsible things?"
"Well, it's because I've seen too many tragedies, haven't I?"
