But she had not expected that Bian Haiying would subsequently write a piece of prose, and after intercepting him, read it to him in a trembling voice full of tender emotion.
He understood her thoughts.
She loved someone and didn't mind anything about them; she loved him very deeply and hoped he would give her a chance to love him.
Beyond that, she asked for nothing more.
He was a man, after all, and one with over a decade of marriage at that. If one were to say he was tired of it, he had been tired a long time ago, but it seemed that everyone felt this way.
Tell me, who could remain unmoved when hearing such a heartfelt declaration of love?
So, when Luo Shuxiu asked him, Lin Han's illusion was shattered, his face darkened, and he said coldly and impatiently, "I'm not interested in who your fellow townsman is. I'm very, very busy. Don't mention your townsman in front of me, and don't bother me with all this mess, do you hear?"
