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Zong Jin expressed his understanding of Wen's past and the significance Zhou Feng held for her. If one were to draw a comparison, it would be akin to his deceased ex-wife suddenly returning to life, forcing him to choose between her and Wen.
Zong Jin briefly contemplated this dilemma; it wasn't complex, but it was emotionally taxing. Tong Le entered the lounge and overheard Zong Jin's words. At that moment, she felt a pang of sorrow. She understood both Wen and Zong Jin, so how to respond to this issue seemed irrelevant because the greatest love often lies in letting go.
Tong Le approached Wen, who appeared anxious. Perhaps her thoughts were too chaotic to untangle, leading to an involuntary reaction as her right arm trembled uncontrollably. Tong Le sat beside Wen, holding her hand. "Hou Yi will send me the specific address where I can find Zhou Feng. We can ask someone to investigate first. If we really find out where he is, I’ll accompany you to see him."
Wen looked into Tong Le's eyes, a thousand words on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't articulate them. It felt as if saying anything would be wrong—love was wrong, indifference was wrong, longing was wrong, and hatred was wrong. If Zhou Feng truly lived, what had these years meant for her?
Tong Le wanted to offer comforting words, but Wen was not receptive; she pushed Tong Le's hand away. "Let Zong Jin handle things outside. He has a speech to give today; don't let me delay him. I want to be alone for a while and don’t wish to be disturbed."
Tong Le refrained from saying more; Wen was always resolute in her decisions. Any forced comfort would only backfire. She stood up and signaled to Zong Jin, who followed her out of the lounge.
In the corridor, before Tong Le could speak, Zong Jin smiled slightly, easing the tension. "Don't worry about me; I will send someone to look for Zhou Feng. Just send me the specific information when you have it."
Tong Le gazed into Zong Jin's eyes and sensed that he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared; even his earlier smile carried a hint of bitterness. Zong Jin gestured for them to move on. "There’s still a performance outside; let’s not miss it."
As he turned toward the exit of the corridor, Tong Le followed closely behind but couldn't hold back any longer. "If Zhou Feng returns, I hope you won’t shy away from it. Even if it’s just once, you should fight for what you want. You’ve always been accommodating towards those around you, including Wu Youyou, which has led to her being spoiled to this extent. What if Wen no longer loves Zhou Feng? Or what if Zhou Feng doesn’t love her anymore? What if there’s no love left between them?"
Zong Jin paused without hesitation. "Then I will return to her side immediately, as long as she needs me."
Tong Le spoke earnestly about how Wen had endured these years alone—struggling through life and starting a business while supporting Zhou Feng's entire family financially. She even sent money home regularly to avoid complaints from her parents, despite them not needing it. "I think she’s truly exhausted—exhausted to the point of losing her freedom and unable to live the life she desires."
Zong Jin listened intently. "I know; I see it all."
Tong Le continued, "So what she needs is someone who can lead her forward. She has never played the role of a little girl; she’s always acted like the big sister. But I believe she longs for support too. Her nostalgia for Zhou Feng stems from the fact that he was once a man she could rely on—only he no longer is."
Zong Jin fell silent, deep in thought and reflection. It indeed seemed true; every time he made a decision for Wen or took action on her behalf, she always appeared happy.
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