Gao Han looked at Ren Ruotong with difficulty, just sighed, ready to compromise, but when he was about to reach out, another delicate and lovely face flashed across his mind, and the soft "husband" echoed in his ears. Any slight hesitation vanished in an instant, and Gao Han stood up again, his gaze as firm as ever, "I really can't. Even if I could, it would have been many years ago, and I don't remember."
Having said that, he sat back in his seat, regardless of how Ren Ruotong reacted.
Ren Ruotong stood there, Gao Han's words echoing in her ears like a curse. Each word stung like bee venom, piercing into her flesh, twisting her heart into a knot, a pain so severe she felt like she could suffocate.
Watching this scene, some felt unbearable pity, helpless, and heartache.