Ye Huanyan let out a deep sigh.
"It's strange, after everything happened, He Yingdong didn't lift the white cloth to see the face of the body. Yet, I could see he was still deeply pained and in despair. I've never seen him in such a disheveled state."
"Ha, will he really?"
He was always that lofty, emotionless, and cold-hearted man.
These past four years.
He certainly must have married Yan Xiruo and lived happily with her!
Perhaps the child is already a few years old.
She didn't dare to think about these things.
During the years in France, she never paid attention to Hong Kong media.
All of her thoughts were focused on Tianxin.
As time passed, she thought everything would slowly fade away.
Until this morning when she met He Yingdong, she felt like nothing was really over.
