"It's not a question of whether I'm willing to or not. If I really used marrying you to pressure her, it would mean I was just using you. That goes against my original intentions. My thinking has changed since then. Let's just let things happen naturally... I don't want to look back later and regret not cherishing this time, only to remember..."
Chen Yuan fell silent for a moment, then added faintly, "that all we did was argue."
"'You're too soft-hearted. You'll never get the future you want that way,'" Jiang Yao replied softly, disagreeing.
"'If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. Let a flower be a flower, and a tree a tree. Let Ningning be herself...'"
Chen Yuan picked up the pillow Jiang Ning had tossed on the bed and straightened it, then folded the blanket Jiang Yao had rumpled.
It was late at night.
A cool breeze drifted in through the window.
Jiang Yao watched him with a cool gaze, saying nothing more.
