Shen Yue saw the subdued demeanor of Liang Hongyu, lightly moved, he understood her feelings—Liang Hongyu loved Han Shizhong, but feared burdening him.
To truly love someone, always carries such feelings.
People who bind themselves to their other half, are not living for themselves.
But everyone, originally should have their own life.
Seeing Shen Yue lost in thought, Liang Hongyu remembered Shen Yue's question, and after a long pause, she finally said, "Fang La is dead, but I have found..."
"Hongyu!"
A shout interrupted Liang Hongyu, and then someone outside the private room curtains said, "It is my humble self, Han Shizhong..." and then there was no more.
Shen Yue was not the slightest bit surprised, but simply said, "Please come in."
The curtain parted, and a man slowly walked in. Shen Yue stood up and looked over, seeing a face covered with the marks of weather and shallow scars, indicating the man's long experience in the battlefield.
