No longer having any speaking rights at the press conference, Ji Yan could only silently leave the venue, amid the cold looks of the reporters, like a street rodent that everyone abhorred.
…
On a neon-lit rooftop.
Yun Shishi was tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ears while leaning against the railings when her husband hugged her from behind and nestled his chin in the crook of her neck.
He then softly cooed, "What's on your mind?"
She let out a low chuckle, then pursed her lips and shyly replied, "I-I just find everything that has happened today somewhat surreal…"
"Surreal?"
"Yeah…" Her eyelashes drooped at that point. "I felt despair and then hope, having gone to heaven from hell in an instant. The suddenness of it all made me feel somewhat overwhelmed."
"Despair?" The man arched a brow in seeming incomprehension, then he turned the woman around and forced her to meet his gaze. "Why would you feel that way?"
