As their eyes met, the love that once was had all turned to hatred.
Life truly is a messy bowl of dog's blood drama.
Wen Sheng found her biological father and began to accept the reality that she was not Wen Tingshu's daughter. Just as she fantasized about letting go of her past and starting over, life dealt her a crushing blow.
The once inescapable shadow, the extreme sorrow at the loss of her father, surged back into her heart.
Anger, deception, back pain—all the negative emotions came with the cold rain, frantically straining Wen Sheng's body and mind. The man who once drew her out of her lonely, cloistered world had, in the end, become the one who hurt her the most deeply.
Wen Sheng stood in the rain, her despair tinged with hatred, a stranger not at all like the one Fu Yanlin had known.
In an instant, he felt he was about to lose Wen Sheng.
"Wife—" Fu Yanlin's outstretched hand hung in midair, as he constantly replayed the words Wen Sheng had just said in his mind.
