Upon hearing this question, Yu Wenye's brow furrowed instantly, and he turned around to stare intently at Shang Ruyi: "Why are you asking this?"
"I—"
"Who told you something?"
"No, no one did."
Shang Ruyi spoke somewhat flustered: "I just, just suddenly thought of it."
"Suddenly thought of it?"
"Well, maybe not suddenly,"
Shang Ruyi's eyes flickered as she said softly, "I've always wanted to know—about our marriage, you know I married you after I refused your elder brother; then you, who did you give up marrying, to marry me?"
Or perhaps the question should be, because of her, whom did he miss out on?
"..."
Yu Wenye's expression grew peculiar. He stared at her for a while, furrowing his brow before speaking in a low voice: "That matter has passed. You need not mind it nor should you ask again, after all—"
For some reason, Shang Ruyi feared he would voice something embarrassing like "our marriage is merely a transaction," so she hurriedly interrupted: "I understand."
"..."
