"Do you like Wu Huahao?" An Ji suddenly asked.
An Youyou was slightly stunned.
She didn't expect An Ji to bring up her affairs.
"Will you marry him?" An Youyou hadn't answered yet when An Ji asked again.
"No." An Youyou was very firm.
An Ji's fingers twitched slightly, and a hint of joy seemed to flash in his eyes.
In the dark night, it was not very noticeable.
"My mother doesn't allow me to marry Wu Huahao," An Youyou explained.
An Ji looked at An Youyou's eyes and was clearly taken aback.
"My mother says close relatives can't marry," An Youyou explained.
"Is it just because of your mother's reason?" An Ji asked.
He asked her softly.
An Youyou thought it over, "Yes."
An Ji pursed his lips.
An Youyou went on, "Wu Huahao is very nice to me. Even when I bullied him growing up, he never retaliated against me. If it wasn't for my mother strongly opposing it, maybe Wu Huahao and I could have been together. After all, growing up together, there would always be some feelings."
