Being dumped was indeed an embarrassing thing. But somehow, exposing Han Zhan's wound made Song Ci upset.
As she sat inside the car, Song Ci remained silent, as if she was scared of saying something wrong.
The car entered the basement carpark of Han Zhan's house. He released the seatbelt, reached out, and patted Song Ci's head. "Don't blame yourself. Since I can openly talk about this matter, I'm obviously past it."
Hearing this, Song Ci stopped blaming herself as well. She gave Han Zhan a sweet smile and shamelessly said, "That's also true. She's your past, but I'm your future. I'll be Brother Han's forever."
Han Zhan remained silent, but his gaze towards her had deepened slightly.
"Yup. You're right."
After alighting, Han Zhan opened the car boot to retrieve her stuff. When he removed the luggage from the boot, he accidentally pulled the wooden box along. As a result, it fell to the ground and a black rope dropped out.
