Facing the anger of Mr. and Mrs. Meng, Ding Chen Tai knelt motionlessly before them, "Please sell the house to me."
Seeing such a humble man, Meng Jingyi no longer felt heartache for him: What is he doing?
"The person is already dead, what do you want that house for?" Meng Da asked angrily.
"I don't know either." Ding Chen Tai's answer was somewhat absurd, but he had a strong desire to own that house, the place that was their home, where they had spent the most time together.
He knew that Meng Jingyi was no longer around, and his behavior now was ridiculous.
But who would believe that it was only when he heard of her death that he understood from the pain how much he really cared about her, cared deeply.
But when he finally realized his own heart, he had already lost her forever. Perhaps he was the only fool in the world like this!
"You don't know?"
