He Zhilan murmured a sound, closed the door, locked it, and then walked over to He Teng.
He Teng was bent over, tidying up the tea set, while He Zhilan disregarded everything and hugged He Teng’s waist from behind, pressing her face against his back.
"Brother, I invited Gu Hengyuan, Madam Gu, and Lan Li, Little Tuanyuan is so happy, so happy." As soon as she spoke, He Zhilan choked up a bit, her nose feeling terribly sore.
"And you? Are you happy?" He Teng had known earlier that He Zhilan would bring people over from the sanatorium, as Lan Li had called Xing Ye and Chen Yun while they were all talking in the study. So, everyone knew about it before He Zhilan ca back.
To be honest, at that mont, everyone in the study was a bit surprised, genuinely taken aback that He Zhilan would suddenly bring people over today.
He Teng put down the cloth in his hand, straightened up, turned around, and gazed down at He Zhilan’s eyes, red with obvious evidence of crying before coming back.
"If you’re not happy, you don’t have to do it just for Little Tuanyuan." He Teng sighed, drawing He Zhilan into his arms and gently patting her back.
"I don’t know, brother, I don’t know if I’m happy." As He Zhilan spoke, tears silently fell, "When I went to the sanatorium, soone told that old Gu had passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage last night. At that mont, I felt so sad, so uncomfortable, I could hardly breathe, feeling as if he had abandoned again, wanting to leave alone in this world. I was really scared and helpless. But when I saw him and Madam Gu standing not far away, alive and well, looking at , I was so happy, really so happy. He hadn’t left , hadn’t abandoned again."
"Do you still bla them?" He Teng asked softly.
"I don’t know." He Zhilan shook her head, "Actually, when I went this morning, I just wanted to see him. I didn’t intend to invite him to the He Family, but when I saw him standing there, looking at with such worry but not daring to take a step forward, and seeing how he seed to have aged decades in just a few years, I felt so sad, brother. At that mont, I thought, if the person who had left last night really was him, would I have regrets for the rest of my life?"
"Brother, do you think I should forgive them?" He Zhilan looked up at He Teng with tearful eyes, "When I invited them to Tuanyuan’s birthday party, the joy in their eyes made so sad. I don’t know why, but seeing them at that mont, I just wanted to cry."
"Alright, if you say forgive, then forgive them." He Teng gently nodded, supporting He Zhilan’s feelings without any additional words, "Whatever you say."
He Zhilan looked at He Teng, crying and crying, but then burst out laughing suddenly.
"Whatever I say?" He Zhilan sniffed.
He Teng saw her finally laugh and sighed with relief, feeling reassured.
"Whatever you say." He Teng nodded, not intending to argue with He Zhilan at this mont.
"Then give a kiss." He Zhilan pouted and began to act coquettishly. Over the years, especially after getting married, she had honed this skill to perfection.
He Teng was at a loss with He Zhilan’s sudden shifts from crying to laughing, so he lowered his head and gave her a gentle peck on her lips, "Finally happy now?"
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