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"Bro, you couldn’t possibly still not understand my feelings for you, right?

" He Zhilan saw He Teng frowning and seriously contemplating, so she put down her chopsticks and began to speak, "Bro, when I say I like you, I love you, it’s you as a person that I love. Since I love you, it naturally includes everything about you. Although I prefer the you now compared to the you from before, it does not mean that I didn’t like the you from before. "

He Zhilan spoke earnestly. She moved her chair closer to He Teng, then leaned her head on his shoulder, saying, "I know you’ve always been somewhat aloof by nature.

These days, you’re worried I would feel muddled, so you changed a lot for me, keeping me company and entertaining me, hoping to make me happy.

I enjoy this lifestyle, but I also liked our life before.

That was the real you, and I am really glad that you’ve changed so much for me. "

He Zhilan even knew that He Teng blamed himself for her recent miscarriage, thinking it was because he wasn’t careful enough, didn’t take good care of her, that such accidents occurred.

So, after coming back, for anything concerning her, He Teng almost always wanted to do it himself, to keep everything firmly in mind.

Seeing He Zhilan’s face without a trace of disguise, openly meeting his gaze, only then did He Teng cast away the doubts in his heart.

He had to admit, he was worried that his past actions, to He Zhilan, were all bad—he especially feared that after being hurt, He Zhilan would think it was his fault, and then, whenever she thought of him, all she would recall was how he wasn’t good to her.

But being taciturn and having a cold nature are inherent. Even though He Teng had been trying to change during this time, it was merely him talking more.

The next morning, He Zhilan went to work in the city. At this time, there was still no sign of warmth from the weather, and He Zhilan was still bundled up tightly when she went to the office, which often led to laughter from others.

"Zhilan, why do you wrap yourself up like a zongzi every day before going out? It’s not that cold, is it?

" Chen Cui joked, "No wonder Li Qian almost mistook you for a child yesterday. Only parents at home who are afraid of their children catching a cold would wrap them up like that. Plus, you’re wearing flat shoes instead of high heels, and your face is makeup-free, naturally fresh. You also look young."

"My dad is in the countryside, but my brother won’t let me leave the house unless I’m wrapped up like this," He Zhilan said with a smile before taking off her hat and gloves, although she kept her scarf on, as the scar on her neck was still faintly visible and could scare someone if they saw it.

"A perfect husband, taking care of you like a child," Chen Cui laughed, then asked, "By the way, I heard from Sister Lin that you’ve been married to your husband for a few years now, right? Do you have children?"

"Sister Lin said you got married at eighteen, that’s so early!" Fan Guiling chimed in, "You’ve been married for several years now; you should have children, right?"

Their questions caught He Zhilan off guard.

Inexplicably, she nodded, and suddenly felt spaced out, as if all her thoughts had drained away.

"Really? How old?" Chen Cui, a mother herself, immediately became interested and asked eagerly.

"A little over two months."

He Zhilan replied blankly, which instantly stirred up a commotion in the entire office.