"Chase"
"Hurry up and cut the crap!" Chase urged impatiently.
Chase thought, "This is Grandma's family heirloom. It should be for my wife, Grandma could not really give it to you"
When Lyra heard this, she felt like she had fallen into an ice cave. Lyra could not help but cry, "Chase, Grandma gave this to me!"
Chase replied coldly, "This is a gift from Grandma to my wife" In other words, Chase would not marry Lyra.
BOOM!
Lyra looked as if she had been struck by lightning. She widened her eyes and stared at Chase.
"Chase, what do you mean by that?"
Chase pondered for a few seconds. Then he frowned and replied, "The literal meaning!"
Lyra's eyes were full of fear and disappointment. Lyra asked in a shaking voice, "Are you saying you won't marry me?"
Chase remained silent without knowing what to say.
"Chase, answer me now. You will marry me, won't you?"
