He Teng continued, "You even helped me change my clothes and clean my body."
"I am your wife, you were drunk, these are the things I should be doing." He Zhilan responded.
"Huh~"
A laughter full of ambiguity and apparent sarcasm came out of nowhere.
"He Zhilan, sometimes, I really can't understand you—you change abruptly, and I always think, are you pretending? You've been pretending till now, isn't it enough? But why does it seem like you plan to keep pretending? Why?" He Teng pressed his face closer to He Zhilan, his nose touching hers. As he spoke, his breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, washed over her face.
"He Zhilan, listen carefully, even if you're pretending, you have to pretend for me for a lifetime!" He lifted his hand to her eyes as they sparkled with innocence, confusion and hurt. He sighed, his voice softening, "If you really have changed, then never change back, okay?"
How helpless was his plea? He Teng seemed somewhat torn and scared of losing her.
