"Mm."
Satisfied with the praise from the woman he cherished, Gu Mochen hooked up the corners of his lips, raised his hand to stroke the woman's hair, then pursed his lips and said.
"Mm, I forgot to say... the Wisteria Tree here—I've already arranged for people to plant Butterfly Orchids..."
The implication was...
Han Siming wanted to hold onto this last memory, sorry, but it's all in vain.
Upon hearing Gu Mochen's words, Han Siming's face turned cold, and he twitched the corners of his mouth... The man felt utterly drained, trying to stand up, only to realize... his legs felt as if they were leaden.
Ha-ha... Gu Mochen can really be ruthless.
Han Siming looked up at the man towering over him, especially at the unique aura of a sovereign surrounding him, and said hoarsely.
