She lowered her head, directly hugged him, and looked at his handsome face, "You obviously love me, don't you? If you didn't love me, why would you get drunk for me? Ray, if I didn't matter to you, I would have forgotten you long ago. But I know, here..."
She pointed her finger at his chest, "Here is where I am, which is why I can't bear to give up."
No matter how cold or heartless he was, she was never willing to admit she loved the wrong person.
Because he loved her too.
He just cared too much about what others thought, which is why he pretended not to love her.
Fan Yao stared at him, unable to resist holding his hand, watching him foolishly recite her name, and not saying a word.
In the quiet room, the phone rang. She answered it, and it was a servant from the neighboring city calling, "Miss Fan, tomorrow is Sunday. The little young master said he wants to see you. Can I bring him over?"
"Okay." Fan Yao nodded.
She hadn't seen her son for a long time either.
