Duan Xingzhi suddenly held her tight, "Are you really this heartless? Do you think one or two years will be enough for me to forget you?"
"One or two years won't do, but ten years might." Bai Zhi's voice was very light, so light it seemed ethereal, as if she had lost her soul.
"Then if I marry another woman in the future, won't you be sad?"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. If by then I've forgotten you, then I won't be sad." Bai Zhi tightly grasped his hand, "Xingzhi, if you get married one day, don't let me know, alright?"
Duan Xingzhi was silent for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to say, unwilling to say anything. Each of her words was like a knife stabbing into his heart.
"That should be my line. When you get married, don't let me know, I'm afraid I can't bear it."
"Alright, then we've agreed. When we each get married in the future, we'll do it secretly."
"Alright."
Bai Zhi thought for a moment, sat up, and looked at him with a smile, saying, "Then, I'm leaving."
