Wu Yuxuan stood still, his gaze locked on Chen Lin's sleeping form.
His jaw tightened for a moment, but then he exhaled, forcing himself to let go of the frustration creeping into his chest.
He knew this would happen.
He knew what she had been through—how deeply Wu Changming had hurt her, how she was still trying to claw her way out of the shadows of the past.
He had accepted all of that when he chose to marry her.
He couldn't expect her to heal overnight.
But still… hearing that name, in their bed, in that soft, intimate tone—it stung more than he wanted to admit.
Shaking off the useless emotions, Wu Yuxuan ran a hand through his hair and turned toward the closet.
He had cleared space for her things but that still wasn't enough because she has a lot. Pulling open one of the drawers, he grabbed a clean pair of pajamas.
