Song Yanling didn't say a word. Along the way, whenever Wei Kaiyun spoke, it was about his wife, his child.
Why didn't I meet him a few years earlier? Would I have been the woman people envy?
If it didn't work out in the past, then in the future, I must give it a try. If it still doesn't work, then forget it. I'm so wonderful, many people are waiting for my approval.
The next morning, the rain still hadn't stopped. The train was already slowing down, and it was uncertain when it would arrive at the station.
Wei Kaiyun was becoming a bit irritated. The rain was showing signs of intensifying, which meant the rain at home must be heavy.
Song Yanling looked at Wei Kaiyun's stern face and still found him very handsome.
However, she didn't take the initiative to speak to Wei Kaiyun. She had been rejected several times, and she had her temper too.
