"Good night,"
Che Huan bit her lip, said the two words, hung up the phone, stood in the bathroom, opened the window, and stared out into the night, feeling suddenly very nervous about tomorrow.
She couldn't refuse him!
If that was the case, then let them marry without a wedding or proposal!
It was just that—
Thinking of her mother's words in the hospital room, she clenched her lips tightly.
After standing for a while, she returned to the living room and saw Wen Hua there; she slowly walked over, not knowing how to start the conversation.
Wen Hua was dealing with the backlog of work accumulated over this period, heard footsteps, looked up at Che Huan, and saw that she didn't speak. "Huanhuan."
Che Huan took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and asked, "Uncle, do you... do you think he and I are suitable for each other?"
Wen Hua was stunned, looked at Che Huan for a while, then spoke softly, "Huanhuan, just follow your heart and don't think too much."
So, did Uncle agree?
