So who was it that held higher status in Lan Jue’s heart? It was difficult to admit, but the image of Hera had begun to dim. Zhou Qianlin was sharper, more impressed upon his mind. However, deep in his heart there would forever be an overlap between them. He’d come to accept that this may always be the case.
It doesn’t matter, I like her! Lan Jue firmly reminded himself. There was no more time for looking back.
It wasn’t long before he arrived at the peak of the mountain. Lan Jue found a place to lean his bicycle, then walked up to the front.
He pressed the doorbell.
After a moment, the door flung open. Lan Jue was met by none other than the Chairman of the Eastern Alliance, Zhou Xueguan.
Lan Jue went stiff. Ever since taking Zhou Qianlin from her wedding, Lan Jue had been left with an unhealed wound. He didn’t know how he could explain, and apologize to her family.
The Chairman fixed him with steely eyes. “Who are you looking for?”
