Song Zhen's body was very stiff, his expression grave.
He had never imagined that Gu Xinzhou would say such things.
She, who valued pride so highly and never admitted defeat, was apologizing to him, admitting her wrongs, and saying so many things that made him feel both touched and heartbroken.
Song Zhen's throat felt even more sour.
All along, he had been loving her in his own way, but it had become apparent that his method of showing love was not suited to her.
His gaze fell on George.
Perhaps, his Zhouzhou didn't want to be like a canary, carefree in a cage.
Perhaps, his Zhouzhou had grown up; his Zhouzhou could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, willing to join hands with him through thick and thin.
"Zhouzhou, there's something I want to talk to you about, but now isn't the time. At eleven tonight, I'll have Qi Lei pick you up, alright?"
As Song Zhen spoke, he was anxious.
He didn't know if this was right or wrong.
