The early winter in the forest isn't silent. The mountains have strong winds, rustling the leaves. Although winter is the season where everything hibernates, the mountains in the village remain lush and green.
Lin Chan kept looking at He Zhilan for a while before he finally spoke, "I thought you really died. When Uncle Gu and Aunt Gu called me, they were very sad and upset. They said they went to see it with their own eyes, and what they saw was really you. Just now, when I hid in the bushes and saw you, I thought my eyes were failing."
He Zhilan laughed softly. Actually, apart from the matter with Jiang Biyun, she had a good impression of Lin Deng. From the first time she visited the capital, at their first meeting, Lin Deng seemed like a sunny and handsome big boy. Around him, it felt like there was always a sun shining, making people laugh, teasing, and even playing tricks. There wasn't the slightest hint of a rich playboy on him.
