A thousand apologies, ten thousand sorries, words are feeble and pale.
Shen Weilan felt that she always wanted to live without guilt, but now, facing Lu Hechen and the elder of the Zhuang Family, she felt a sense of remorse.
Lu Hechen closed his eyes slightly, his arm encircling Weilan's waist, his voice lazy, his heartbeat still so strong and forceful. "Weilan, what if I don't agree?"
"I won't blame you," Weilan said, shaking her head in Lu Hechen's embrace, crying uncontrollably. "Brother Hechen, even if you don't agree with me, I can understand. After all, my actions have been extremely excessive towards you."
"Weilan, I want to tell you." Lu Hechen paused, not rushing to continue, at this moment all the words he wanted to say to Weilan were stuck in his throat.
"Um, Brother Hechen, you say," Weilan said softly.
Lu Hechen swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing for quite some time before he finally nodded and said, "I agree with you. Yes."
