The voice in her ear was so sad that it made her heart feel tight, as if an invisible fist squeezed it. Her breathing became so heavy that her lungs were in pain.
"Why do you always say that? Has my future really become such a pessimistic prediction in your eyes?" She tried shouting as much as possible, only to find her voice sounded feeble.
"No." Leo's voice still echoed from the distant mountains, expressing concern for her, "Because you told me that the person you're going to marry must be simple."
The rain outside the window suddenly became heavier.
The driver sped through the street, more or less avoiding the rush-hour traffic. It was dark a little earlier than usual when they arrived at the hotel due to the rain.
It was not her misconception.
