Han Ruochen had no intention of wasting her time with Yang Jianming. She turned around and was about to head toward her brother's ward when Yang Jianming reached out and caught her by her wrist again. It was as if he had lost his soul. "Ruochen, can we start over again?"
After Yang Jianming finished speaking, Han Ruochen's entire body froze. She looked at Yang Jianming in disbelief.
When Yang Jianming saw this, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Sure enough, Han Ruochen still had him in her heart. Moreover, she was already closing to thirty. In a few years, she would be an old maid resting on the shelf. He was her best choice at the moment because no one would be willing to marry an old woman, no matter how pretty she was.
Look, after he asked her to start over, she was so moved that her eyes turned red.
