"Well... okay then," Hen Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed.
He was filled with bitter gloom that had no outlet, and if he could talk to Guan Qing about it, he hoped that her father, the military commander, might take his daughter's sake into account and possibly lend him some help.
During the first lunar month, the city's streets were lined with big red lanterns, and people in groups of threes and fives came out to enjoy the lanterns, their laughter occasionally filtering through the car window glass.
Hen Zhiyuan blankly watched the scene, thinking that had he not made that mistake, he would definitely be enjoying the lanterns here with a light heart.
Instead, he was full of worries, anxious about what kind of punishment and discipline he would face.
"Zhiyuan?" Guan Qing glanced at Hen Zhiyuan while driving; the light swiftly flickered across his face, casting his handsome and masculine features into shadows.