A piano…
Xu Weilai automatically froze in her tracks.
Before she arrived, she had prepared herself mentally by building up her confidence. At the very moment when she was about to face the truth, however, her courage began to subside.
Was now perhaps the best time to directly bring up the divorce to Gu Yu?
Xu Weilai's hands hung down both sides of her body as she clenched her so tightly that the blue veins could be seen on the back of her fair hands.
The next second, the man's warm hands covered hers. Gu Yu had reached out again to hold her hand and led her ahead before she could even react. Soon, they were at the entrance of the glass house.
"We're here!" he declared.
As he spoke and opened the glass door, and Xu Weilai followed him passively and walked in.
Xu Weilai felt as if her heart had been lodged in her throat. However, the house was empty. Yun Rou, whom Xu Weilai had expected to see, was nowhere in sight.
