Lu Hechen looked at the phone in his hand, sitting in the car, while mottled light and shadows flitted past outside; he almost thought he had heard wrong.
Weilan had actually guessed that he had come.
She—
Lu Hechen's heart was tumultuous, Weilan was truly a girl he didn't know how to describe: intelligent, sensitive, heartless, yet affectionate and faithful—a rarity among girls. And Weilan was one of them, this girl was his, an unexpected treasure he had found in his life, yet she was so valuable.
If he appeared before her, she definitely wouldn't go with him.
Yet, when he trusted her, she actually called him again, inviting him.
The feelings in the depths of his eyes swelled overwhelmingly, and his heart ached terribly.
"Go to Binhai Hotel," Lu Hechen said in a deep voice, at this moment, he was unable to describe his complicated feelings with words, he was truly moved and emotionally stirred, truly indescribable.
"Yes."
Fifteen minutes later, Binhai Hotel.