The group all took Zhan Moxiao's flight back to the Capital City.
On the plane, no one spoke because the atmosphere was melancholic.
Qin Qingnan sat beside Lin Ziran, holding her hand tightly throughout the journey, not daring to let go for even a second, as if by letting go he would lose her forever.
He had actually considered the worst possible outcome.
He just didn't want to think about it, because just thinking about it made his heart ache intensely, like someone slicing into his heart and maliciously rubbing salt into the wound.
The marriage has reached this point, and yet more complications arise. Maybe he and her are just destined not to be together.
Lost in thought, he glanced at Lin Ziran's Mom. If she weren't his mother-in-law, he really wanted to privately confront her to calculate how much fate he and Lin Ziran really had together.
