He snuffed the cigarette out, but he did not disregard her slightly red and puffy eyes. She had been crying. This woman could really cry a lot. He frowned and a few wrinkles showed on his forehead from his habitual frowning.
They were sisters. Yixuan never cried. He forgot that no one would treat Yixuan in such a cruel way. Everyone treasured her, and it included him. But Xia Ruoxin wasn't treated the same way. She was a sinner—one who everybody accused and judged.
What else could she do if not cry?
Xia Ruoxin came around to the bedside and laid on the corner, far away from him. Perhaps she knew that he hated being close to her or maybe she was already so scared that she even coiled her body together.
With the things between them, were they still husband and wife?
And Chu Lui—was he still the Little Brother who had promised to return for her?
