Zheng Nianru took another step forward when the door to the hall suddenly opened, and Zheng Congyuan stood inside, looking at the woman in front of him who was full of fury, vowing not to give up. For a moment, he felt as if he had gone back in time.
The Zheng Nianru of the past used to have such vitality. His heart softened, and his expression became tender.
Since then, he had not failed to notice that the girl in front of him had grown up quite a bit, as if she had suddenly become sensible, treating him more gently, caring more about his feelings, and considering his thoughts.
"Why have you come so late?" Zheng Congyuan just stood there, as if in that instant, everything had changed its meaning.
