He glares at their parents. He slightly curses under his breath about the arranged marriage, while their parents talk about marriage preparations. He glances at her, his cold glare narrowing as he leans back. He still feels slightly annoyed about their parents' calm talking as if he actually loved her, he knows she feels the same way about him, but for some reason he hates how she looks at him when their parents' leave the room. It feels like a stab to the heart or something. Are you done?
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