Even during his military training, as he demonstrated weapon assembly to the new recruits and heard their applause, all he could think of was the way He Zhilan had looked at him with amazement and delight shining in her sparkling eyes.
He Teng badly wanted to ask someone, what is love? Was it love when a person missed another excessively?
The hospital was especially quiet late at night. It seemed like over the past half a year, He Teng spent more time in such places than at his military base.
Thinking back on what Jiang Biyun had said—that He Zhilan was suffering—he wanted to ask He Zhilan, what was the source of her pain? Why did she prefer to confide in her friends instead of him, her husband?
The lights were bright at the Gu Mansion late at night. The general of the Gu family had only just returned home.
