Zhou Jingwei's fingertips brushed away the tear at the corner of her eye, his heart aching.
He said, "It's true, I really do love you very much."
Cheng Weiyue actually knew, she had always known.
In this world, there would never be a second person like Zhou Jingwei who, in a sea of faces, recognized her at first sight and gave up all the frivolous splendors of the world, resolutely loving only her with no looking back.
How could such a person exist?
They couldn't.
She truly, very much loved him too...
Meanwhile, at Jing City Center Hospital, during the same late night, Zhao Hanchen knocked on Zhao Ruolan's hospital room door.
The one who opened the door was Cheng Cunzheng.
Upon seeing Zhao Hanchen, Cheng Cunzheng simply said, "My wife has already fallen asleep, whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow."
