You Choose Her?

The atmosphere was tense, like a thick liquid that wouldn’t dissolve.

Everyone’s eyes were on Fang Zhou, waiting for his answer.

Fang Zhou closed his eyes, pondering for a minute, then opened them swiftly.

He bowed deeply towards the women, then raised his head to address everyone:

“First, I’m grateful for the feelings you’ve all invested in me.

But unfortunately, I’m just one person and can’t be in multiple places at once, which means I’ll inevitably disappoint some of you.”

“We must acknowledge that some people can only accompany you for part of the journey, not the entire way.

And I am merely a passerby in your lives.”

As Fang Zhou finished, the women opened their mouths to speak, but he raised a hand to pause them.

“Let me finish first.”

Fang Zhou straightened up, moved to Qin Yun’s side, and took her hand in front of everyone.

“If I must choose one, I choose Qin Yun because she’s my girlfriend now.”

Fang Zhou’s words and actions were harder to accept than any drama scene.

Chu Xinran stepped back, tears welling in her eyes, seemingly unwilling to accept the outcome.

Qiao Sisi trembled with anger, glaring at Fang Zhou, seemingly contemplating something drastic.

Han Xi, however, reacted the least, her face paling for a moment, but otherwise unchanged.

Qin Yun, the chosen one, was overjoyed.

She glanced at Fang Zhou in surprise, then smiled with relief, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Qin Yun felt like the happiest woman in the world.

“As for the marriage everyone keeps mentioning, I must say, I haven’t seriously considered it yet.”

But Fang Zhou wasn’t finished. He continued:

“I know what you’re thinking, that marriage is inevitable, so why not consider it now?”

“But right now, my sister’s illness isn’t stable, and my career is still in progress.

I truly don’t have the energy to think about marriage.

That’s my stance on marriage.”

Fang Zhou glanced at Qin Yun, regretfully shaking his head, then said solemnly, “I’m sorry, Qin Yun, I can’t accept your proposal.”

“If fate allows, I’d like to propose next time and walk into marriage with you.”

Fang Zhou’s words left the crowd in silence, and Qin Yun’s expression shifted from joy to disappointment.

This was an unexpected path.

Everyone thought Fang Zhou would choose someone, leading to a fight among the women, eventually deciding his fate.

But he chose someone, yet said he wouldn’t marry them now.

How were they supposed to feel?

Hearing Fang Zhou say he didn’t want to marry yet, Qin Yun’s joy faded.

But it was better than him choosing someone else.

At least now, she was still Fang Zhou’s girlfriend, with more chances than others, right?

Chu Xinran blinked, tears streaming down her face.

“You’re so heartless.”

She looked at Fang Zhou in despair, tears uncontrollably falling.

Not wanting others to see her weakness, she turned away, wiping her tears as she walked off.

Fang Zhou watched her with concern, calling out, “Xinran.”

Chu Xinran didn’t look back, leaving a hoarse, “Don’t follow me.”

She seemed to never be Fang Zhou’s first choice.

Always the one left behind.

Always defeated by others.

Even the brief three days with Fang Zhou were gained through pity.

The helplessness and defeat were enough to make one wish for death.

Han Xi’s once-curved lips flattened.

Her tightly pressed lips hinted at her foul mood.

She said nothing, only looking deeply at Fang Zhou.

He’d never been so resolute in choosing someone before.

Did it mean his feelings for Qin Yun were unbreakable?

If so, what was she before? A joke?

Han Xi clenched her fists, controlling herself from losing composure.

Something inside her seemed ready to burst from every cell.

Han Xi realized she couldn’t go back.

She could never return to the rational, clear-thinking Han Xi she once was.

Not far away, Qiao Sisi’s expression shifted repeatedly.

Her face went from flushed to pale, then colorless.

She felt dragged into endless darkness, unable to escape.

She lacked even the courage to ask.

In the dark, damp abyss, the light would never shine again.

She’d be alone, waiting for death.

The most painful thing was having seen the light but never having the chance to grasp it again.

After a moment of silence, she was the first to clap, then looked deeply at Fang Zhou.

Qiao Sisi lowered her head, letting her bangs cover her eyes, hiding the turmoil within.

“You chose Qin Yun, fine, I respect your choice.”

Her words were clear, even in anger and despair.

Qiao Sisi turned and left, saying nothing more.

The red bridal gown soon blended with the night, perhaps foreshadowing something.