「Somewhere in Yazhou.」
"Miss Xue, we fought side-by-side, after all. Can't we just talk this out?" Zhan Qing said helplessly.
"No!" Xue Bingbing crossed her arms, pouting. "What's so bad about me? Why don't you want to marry me?"
Zhan Qing glanced at the middle-aged woman standing behind Xue Bingbing. She wore a snow-white gown, her skin was as pale as snow, and she emanated a biting chill as her cold eyes stared at him.
"You're great," Zhan Qing said.
"Then let's get married," Xue Bingbing said.
Zhan Qing was speechless. "But a marriage requires building a relationship first."
"We've already fought side-by-side. Isn't that a relationship?" Xue Bingbing asked.
"That's the bond of comrades-in-arms," Zhan Qing said. "Not the bond of a husband and wife."
