She was tired... only then did she think about finding someone to rely on.
She couldn't let go of her family because she had love in her heart, not because she was mindlessly manipulated by them.
Meng Ting nodded and said, "I understand."
"Then what does Mr. Meng think?"
Meng Ting replied instead, "I'd like to ask Miss Lin that question first."
Lin Qiu, being suddenly counter-questioned: "..."
She took a sip of water to mask the nervousness she felt inside; the final moment was closing in.
Ahhh, got to stay calm!
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm very pleased with Mr. Meng. If I'm lucky enough to spend the latter half of my life with you, I think it should be a very good time in my life."
Meng Ting's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
Clearly, he was a bit flustered.
Will it be a very good time in her life?
Meng Ting reminisced about his half-century of life... the very good times were just those first two years with Tang Moran.
