Xia Lu looked at her, puzzled. "Do you really want to marry someone in a vegetative state?" This was the first time she had admitted that Luo Fan was in a vegetative state, a term she had always been reluctant to say in the past.
Du Shiyu crossed her arms and leaned against the cold marble wall. "I'm different from you, what you can't do, I can."
Xia Lu hadn't expected her to answer so resolutely, clearly after careful consideration. Although she knew in college that Du Shiyu admired Luo Fan, the seriousness to this extent was really surprising.
"Didn't expect that, huh?" Du Shiyu straightened up, took two steps forward, and leaned in close to her. "You always thought you won, never taking me seriously. But life is very long, and you won't know who will stay by your side until the very end. Time is such a thing, it weeds out those who are truly unqualified."
"What are you really thinking?" Xia Lu asked, genuinely wanting to know.
