Chapter 45 You Don’t Love Him

• I was sipping away slowly at my tea just then. The tea that that the waiter served up was Biluochun. It has a particularly refreshing taste, perfect for covering over the oily aftertaste of the meal that we just had.
• Mrs. Sang’s words made me tremble and took a breath in more sharply than I anticipated. The surplus amount of hot tea burned the tip of my tongue, which pulsed with a faint trace of pain.
• I set the tea cup down on the table, then looked up and peeked at Mrs. Sang’s expression. She was still smiling, the same warm and gentle smile. I didn’t know how to answer her, so I replied, dumbfounded, “He didn’t ask me, he didn’t propose to me, I don’t know.”