For a moment, Rong Heng almost nodded in agreement.
But he thought for a bit and shook his head, "No."
"Why?" Gu Lan furrowed his brows, not quite understanding.
"Brother Hang, you eat and drink at my place every day and even sleep at my house, yet you're so cold and heartless to me. Don't you see me as a brother?"
In the original book, he could be as close as brothers with the military leaders. Why can't he swear brotherhood with me?
Rong Heng lowered his gaze, avoiding Gu Lan's intense stare.
He worked hard to calm his thoughts, trying to regain his usual composure and poise.
However, perhaps it was the plum wine that made his head uncontrollable. He raised his head again and gazed deeply at Gu Lan's face.
Dressed in white like snow, with hair black as ink like clouds, the Young Master Gu looked noble and exquisite, with smiles gracing the corners of his eyes and mouth.
In that instant, countless images flashed through Rong Heng's mind.
