A very romantic French restaurant, with a cellist playing live.
Exquisite food, fine wine, Han Yi closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed.
A soft fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.
She slightly opened her eyes, Gong Tingxuan holding a creamy rose at her nose.
Han Yi suddenly said, "Tingxuan, I feel it's unfair!"
"What's unfair?"
"Look, you treated me so badly before. Because you always thought Lin Ruoxi died because of me, you've made me bear this blame for so many years. And she didn't die. So, all this is what you owe me!!"
"Yes, wife, you're right, it's my fault, I admit it. Therefore, I've decided to spend the rest of my life making it up to you!"
Gong Tingxuan reached out to caress Han Yi's cheek, his gaze deep.
"Humph!! Speak without feeling shame! Let me ask you, have you ever asked Lin Ruoxi the truth?"
Han Yi used a silver dining knife to cut a piece of red wine steak, and put it in her mouth, chewing lightly.
"What truth?"
