"Yu Fei, let's end it like this!" In a teahouse on Qingfeng Road, Qin Yan breathed out these words and realized that it was much easier to say some words than she thought.
"I am 26 years old. What I long for is a man who understands me, a happy marriage, and a warm home. But you can no longer give me these. You don't love me enough now and are unwilling to get married. Even your parents treat me like that... So let's stop here."
"Why? I thought you didn't mind that." Yu Fei's eyes were full of surprise.
"If you care about me at all, you should remember that my family is arranging a blind date for me. I feel that that person is very suitable for me. I am getting married, so..."
Yu Fei took out a cigarette, smoked it, and put it down again. "Since this is what you want, well, all I can say is, I wish you happiness."
In the teahouse, Qin Yan was left alone in a daze, staring at the half cup of tea that had cooled down in her hand. The smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be relief and nostalgia.