Bai Zhi was feeling somewhat distressed by his questioning, and her tone inevitably grew agitated.
"I don't know how to say it, but that's not what I meant anyway. You're so accomplished, I never really felt worthy of you."
Duan Xingzhi unfastened her seatbelt again, turning her body toward him. He spoke solemnly and earnestly, "Xiao Bai, look at me."
"Why?" Bai Zhi looked at him, but after no more than three seconds, she averted her gaze again, "Say what you want to say, why do it this way."
"Look at me."
Bai Zhi glared at him angrily, "What for?"
"I won't allow you to say you're not worthy of me anymore, do you understand? You're not unworthy of me. You're wonderful; to me, you're better than anyone."
Duan Xingzhi's words brought Bai Zhi not just reassurance but also astonishment.
In her heart, the two of them were unmatched, from any perspective, they were unmatched. That's why she was so indecisive.
