It was already dark. The streetlights outside the humble little house cast a flickering glow on Zhuang Nainai's face. It was as though it was reflecting her inner turmoil.
He… was sick?
A gush of worry suddenly swept over her.
She stood rooted to the spot, gazing into the distance. She realized as she thought about him that all that was left in her heart was pain.
She pursed her lips, then lowered her head. She brushed past Butler Li, then opened the door with her key. She said monotonously, "Uncle Li, I'm no longer Mrs. Si."
She was no longer Mrs. Si. She had already broken up with him. So what right did she have to visit him when he was sick?
Since they had ended their relationship, she had to break everything off cleanly.
Upon seeing how unsettled Zhuang Nainai was, Uncle Li could not help but say anxiously, "But Sir…"
