Leaning on the handle of the sofa with her wrist, she struggled to stand up and limped back to her room, firmly closing the door behind her.
Thinking about her earlier actions, she raised her hand and lightly hit her head.
"Can't you act normal for a bit? Why are you behaving like you've never seen a man before?"
She grumbled to herself.
She had to admit, during the moment when Cheng Yanqing heroically rescued her in the rain, her heart skipped a beat.
Soon, Shen Lan forced herself to regain her rationality.
The two of them were not on the same path. Their marriage was merely an exchange of needs. She was now divorced, and what she should and could do was to stay true to herself.
When she thought of her mother and Shen Jun, she knew that she was not yet worthy of having a family or a lover.
The next morning.
Shen Lan woke up early, having spent a restless night.
Despite her extreme exhaustion, the moment she closed her eyes, a thousand images would flash past her.
