Li Zhen obviously didn't expect it to be so soon, and he kept silent, not knowing what to say.
After a long while, he finally reacted, "Congratulations. Yan Xixi, when is it? I'll see if I can make it back in time for your wedding."
"In three months."
"Three months later? That's perfect, I might not be too busy then. And I haven't been back to the country in a long time, so it's a good chance to visit my parents."
Finally, Li Zhen couldn't help asking, "Are you marrying Wan Donglin?"
She paused for a moment but was straightforward: "Yes."
The two fell into a long silence again. Clearly, on the other end of the phone, Li Zhen had exhausted the last bit of forced smile he could muster. He was just dejected, like a traveler walking through a desert, always believing that the mirage of a green oasis was real. So he kept walking under the scorching sun. But in the end, he realized it was fake—there was nothing ahead but scars and emptiness.
