Yin Shuiling opened the doors of the villa as she stood in the corridor. The cold breeze in the winter day made the train of her red skirt flow in the wind. She was barefooted as she went on her tiptoes to look around. She could not see his car anywhere.
Where she could go to look for Yin Muchen's back profile?
He left.
He really left.
Yin Shuiling slumped onto the floor immediately. She curled both of her legs together and buried her small face into her kneecaps as she cried out painfully. Yin Muchen, Yin Muchen…Could you not leave…
Actually, she did not want him to leave.
At this moment, there was a bout of fireworks that was let out into the night sky, but the fireworks had nothing to do with her at all. It was the night of New Year's Eve. She was dressed all in red, but she was crying like an 18 year old girl.
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Inside the hospital
