"Because of your character, because you are unwilling to go with the flow and struggle, I respect you, and because you love me, I love you too," said Song Yun. "It's just that I am not good at expressing myself. Moreover, it's not that I didn't want to have dinner with you today, but... there's too much to do. Tomorrow, I am going to Beijing, and I have a lot to arrange. Do you understand what I mean? I don't want you to be an unreasonable person, and I don't want you to pull this crying, quarreling, and threatening to hang yourself act with me. If you want to be my woman, then you need to endure things other women don't have to. If you can't, then you can't be my woman. And in any case, we can't hurt ourselves over emotions. Anyone who hurts themselves over emotions is a fool!"
"You... you're cursing me!"
Lin Yu widened her eyes and said, "Today, today is my birthday, how can you, how can you curse me!"
