Weilan looked at Ding Lan with a heartache. "Ding Lan, Song Di he—"
"Don't talk to me about Song Di." Weilan shook her head, and suddenly her expression wasn't good, turning a little pale.
Weilan held her hand, gently squeezing, "Ding Lan, don't get upset. I just want to tell you, Song Di isn't as indifferent as you think. He loves you very much."
"Stop talking." Ding Lan choked up, tears slid down from her eyes, wetting Weilan's hand.
Seeing Ding Lan in such pain, Weilan understood that some things can't be resolved just by talking, just like between her and Lu Hechen.
Ding Lan turned her face away, looked to the other side, sniffled, and calmed her emotions.
Only then did she say to Weilan, "You should rest your chin, the auntie I hired will come to cook later. Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry." Weilan shook her head, "I ate on the plane."
Ding Lan saw that Weilan's state wasn't good either, otherwise, she wouldn't have come to London like this.
