In the end, unwilling to let it go, thinking it was still early and Wen Nuan might not be asleep yet, Zhao Yali came to Wang Hui's house while Wen Yiming and Wen Yizhong were chatting.
The two of them went upstairs, knocked on the door, and hearing no response, Wang Hui unlocked the door.
The room was dimly lit, with only the small bedside lamp glowing softly with a warm orange light.
Wen Nuan had already fallen asleep, but she was still holding her phone, from which a voice could be heard.
On the other end of the phone, Fu Mingyu's gentle voice sang, "Hand in hand, we'll walk together, entrusting your life to me, don't look back at yesterday, the future promises a lifetime together, tomorrow you will marry me..."
"Nuan Nuan, are you asleep?"
He asked softly, hearing no response, he listened intently and could just make out the sound of her gentle breathing. Fu Mingyu smiled, his voice even more tender, "Nuan Nuan, goodnight. Nuan Nuan, I love you..."
