Wen Lingyue attended Zhao Hanchen's funeral, where many people were gathered. Standing beside Gu Fan'an, she heard him say, "Hanchen has no other relatives left, this child, we'll help you raise him together."
"Lingyue, Hanchen... he wasn't someone who could love. Before he met you, he already had someone he liked, so towards you, he could only... owe."
Wen Lingyue's gaze, however, fell on someone in the distance.
A strikingly gorgeous woman in a white dress was offering flowers.
Behind her stood a man of refined and noble bearing, and a child as clingy and adorable as a sticky rice dumpling.
Ever since Wen Lingyue returned to her home country, she had become very reticent.
At this moment, she spoke up, her voice hoarse and tense, "That's Cheng Weiyue, isn't it?"
