Upon learning the truth of what had happened, Zhao Dong was flooded with a myriad of emotions. Knowing that Ding Lan had always loved him made him wish for nothing more than to take her into his arms. But I already have too many women in my life. After so many years, an indescribable gulf has formed between us. We shouldn't be together anymore. Zhao Dong understood this clearly.
Zhao Dong sighed. "It's getting late. I should be going."
Ding Lan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked out the window, her voice faint. "Yes, I'd like to be alone for a while, too."
Ding Lan didn't look back at Zhao Dong, not even as the door clicked shut. At that moment, she didn't know how she could possibly face him.
After leaving the hotel, Zhao Dong was in a terribly gloomy mood. He wanted to find a place to have a few drinks, but then his phone rang. It was Su Yurou.
