In front of the fountain, cold autumn, chilling wind, even while wearing a man's suit jacket, it's still bone-chilling cold. Gu Xiran's face is pale and devoid of color, while Qin Jin earnestly responds to the confusion in the woman's eyes, word by word.
"You heard right, I am indeed getting engaged. My future fiancée's name is Song Le, someone you know, Tangtang. You should know my personality, I never joke, so I am serious."
Gu Xiran: "..."
Yes.
Qin Jin means what he says. The man never utters a single unnecessary word, so indeed, she didn't hear wrong.
Ha...
Gu Xiran shakes her head at Qin Jin's words, silently digesting what the man has said. After a long while, she presses her lips and speaks.
"Hmm, I understand..."
I understand...
Today, I've become a clown.
It's truly a big joke.
