Lu Ning's eyes misted with unshed tears. She had persevered for so long. Everyone had said that he was already dead, she was the only one who firmly believed that he was still alive, and he was!
That was great!
Lu Ning waited anxiously in the room for Zhihan to return, but there was no sign of him even after an hour had passed.
Climbing onto the bed, she buried her head in the fluffy pillow and took a deep breath. Her senses were immediately invaded by a familiar masculine scent that she had been so obsessed with. She was intoxicated.
Giving in to her exhaustion, her long fan-like lashes slowly lowered and she fell asleep on the big soft bed.
An hour later.
"Ding dong." Someone rang the doorbell.
Lu Ning instantly woke up. Why was she asleep? Where was Zhihan?
She hurriedly jumped out of the bed and ran to open the door. "Hubby..."
