Seeing the intense emotional turmoil in He Zhilan, He Teng quickly took over the phone. After hastily instructing He Father not to mention the matter to anyone, he brought the still-crying He Zhilan back to their room at the inn.
With no emotion on his face, He Teng stared at the tear-stained He Zhilan, feeling nothing but pain for her.
"Brother, why do they think they can just claim me whenever they want? I've searched for them for thirteen years. If they truly cared for me, truly loved me, truly missed me—then what were they doing during these thirteen years?" He Zhilan couldn't even find the words to describe her soul-crushing pain.
She hated Gu En, who, even from prison, had turned her life into a chaotic mess, forcing her to live like a fugitive—escaping from her home, fleeing her familiar surroundings.
But she hated the Gu Family and the Lan Family even more. After causing her so much pain, how could they still go back to her hometown to dig up these truths?
