"Do you understand now?"

Zhang Qiran stared blankly at Song Zhehan, the voice in his ears seeming to come from far away.

Tears blurred his vision, and the figure in front of him became indistinct.

Zhang Qiran felt dizzy, unable to react for a long moment.

It wasn’t until the thumb holding his chin brushed over his lips that Song Zhehan's slightly impatient voice rang out, "Did you hear me clearly? And you say you're not a fool?"

The disconnected tears finally stopped, and Zhang Qiran could see Song Zhehan's expression clearly.

They were so close that Zhang Qiran could …