Deng Yuyuan's words sent a tremor down his spine, spreading straight to the tip of his heart. Instinctively, Meng Deyin believed she was telling the truth.
"A year is too long. How about a month? I'll come find you in a month," Meng Deyin said, his tone softening. His usually domineering eyes now revealed a look that bordered on pleading. He would go mad if he couldn't see Deng Yuyuan for a whole year.
Deng Yuyuan sighed. "As you wish."
