If possible, she wished that only she would know about this matter in this world. If she didn't speak of it, it would disappear, along with the foolish effort she had spent searching for thirteen years.
She didn't think being Gu Zhilan was something to be proud of. How ironic and ridiculous was it for a daughter, who was nearly driven mad by her biological parents' threats, to be living in this world?
Without having experienced her despair of intense pain, how could anyone understand how her heart had truly turned to ashes?
After a moment, He Teng nodded. "As you wish." His voice suggested some disapproval of He Zhilan's rash decision.
If anyone were to ask He Teng how sure he was about He Zhilan's identity, he would dare to say that even if it wasn't eighty percent, he was still seventy percent certain. All he lacked was to hear He Zhilan admit it herself.
