PEI Huan drove the car in. The people inside did not know her, so she only said that she was a relative of the Lin family.
she walked in slowly. when she saw the room filled with white, pei huan's eyes and body shrank.
She even let out a sharp sound from her throat, which was abrupt in the quiet space.
jinrong was still lying there quietly. because he had not moved for a long time, his face and muscles were not as flexible as before. he was lying there quietly like a weak teenager.
PEI Huan's fingernails almost dug into her flesh. She looked at his pale face and slowly squatted down.
She gently lifted one of his hands and placed it on her cheek.
It was no longer warm. Even if he had never given her warmth, they were husband and wife.
"jinrong, do you blame me?" she raised her eyes and looked at him.
she looked at his face that had lost all moisture. it was pale, but still beautiful.
