"Why are you giving me so many things?" Xu Ying felt her face reddening at the thought of a certain possibility, despite having lived a lifetime already. In her past life, she had never married.
Nor had she ever really experienced a romantic relationship; her love for Dong Wenzhong was unrequited.
After transmigrating to the post-apocalypse, there were indeed people who pursued her, but they were only interested in her beauty, not in her as a person.
Moreover, relationships in the apocalypse were incredibly messy.
The possibility of receiving a confession filled her with surprise and alarm beyond her initial shock. She did not want to be in a romantic relationship in this life, nor did she want to hurt or burden others.
Huo Chen, looking at her eyes that always sparkled brightly, felt as if his own thoughts had been discovered.
