In fact, to put it bluntly, this was also a romantic drama.
It had nothing to do with the interests of the nation, nor did it have much to do with patriotism. It was a romantic drama under such a background.
Yueran played with Yan Huan’s head and watched for a long time.
“What’s Wrong?”Yan Huan wanted to pull Yueran’s hand away. “You almost knocked me out.”
“It’s good that you’re unconscious. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to wake you up.”As she spoke, Yueran stretched out her hand and poked Yan Huan’s forehead, “Tell me, where did you throw away your pride in the past, your imposing manner in the past, and your temper in the past? Why are you so embarrassed now, Huh?”
“In the past, I was dead.”
Yan Huan looked at herself in the mirror, and her smile was still as if she had suddenly realized something.
