Fu Wan was at a loss for words, "You..."
"Even if he doesn't love me, and is only momentarily interested, so what?" Su Yan interrupted her, "Are you so sure that he won't fall in love with me in the future?"
She knew well that such ambiguous words were even more damaging.
Because such words carry uncertainty and numerous possibilities.
Right now, Fu Wan wasn't really sure if Gu Chaohan had feelings for her.
So upon hearing these words, she was bound to feel worried.
No one is born to be a pushover, pliable to anyone's touch; some important things ought to be defended.
Even if not defending this marriage, there's still dignity.
Fu Wan stayed silent for a long time, her delicate makeup failing to hide her pale complexion.
Su Yan could clearly see the color draining from her face.
After a while, without a word, she turned around, perhaps intending to go upstairs. But suddenly, she stumbled.
Unlike Fu Wan, Su Yan instinctively reached out to steady her when she saw this.
