As she spoke, He Zhilan stepped forward and grabbed He Teng's hand, asking, "So if I tell you now that I'm going to tell Fang Ran, when I go back to the capital, I will marry him, would you also answer me, 'follow your heart'?"
At that moment, in the room, only the soft sound of He Zhilan's sobbing could be heard. In the high-rise hotel, it was dark outside the window with only a bright moon slightly illuminating the windowsill, spreading silently with the moonlight.
He Zhilan didn't know how long she had waited, a minute? Or a century?
