An Lan lowered her head, the light in her eyes dissipating entirely at this moment.
Ye Qinghao noticed something was off. After ending the live stream by his side, he finally looked at An Lan, his gaze filled with pleading: "An Lan...I..."
He knew it was wrong to continue the previous topic at this moment.
But he couldn't stop himself from wanting to ask her, could they be together if fate willed it?
Suddenly, he felt a bit nervous, unsure of how An Lan would choose.
The matters of his family, he couldn't let go, just as An Lan had to uphold her own family.
Their fundamental positions were different, so did they still have hope?
Ye Qinghao extended his hand, wanting to grasp An Lan's arm.
But before he could, An Lan had already stepped back.
She looked at Ye Qinghao, then let out a bitter smile, shook her head, and turned to walk out.
She couldn't be so selfish.
