"During the long half-month of my husband's disappearance, your wife's mind was fraught with worry both day and night,"
In the bridal chamber, atop the bed where the clouds had just cleared and rain ceased, Xu Xinlan, flushed with the afterglow of intimacy, snuggled into Wang Chen's embrace and whispered softly, "If something truly happened to my husband, your wife would not be able to live alone."
Her eyes shimmered with ripples, an indefinable tenderness and fragility within.
Likewise transported to an unknown region, Zuo Xiaomo managed to extricate himself from the predicament in seven days, whereas Wang Chen's silence lasted for over twenty days—Xu Xinlan would have been a strange anomaly had she not been terrified and anxious.
Her whole being, her heart and soul, she had entrusted entirely to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen embraced her delicate waist with affection and said, "It's not that serious, I will take good care of myself, and you must do the same."
