Wen Sheng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes immediately landing on the tall, upright figure standing in the yard. Under the dim streetlight, Fu Yanlin gazed up toward the second-floor bedroom, his gaunt face etched with worry.
The scene before her made Wen Sheng think of the night before Fu Yuhe's accident, when Fu Yanlin had stood outside the Jiang Family's gate all night long.
She had thought that after being apart for so long, she would be calm enough to face what had happened before. Yet, seeing Fu Yanlin today, haggard and travel-worn, she couldn't help but feel her heart wrenching with discomfort.
The strength she had forcefully pretended to have collapsed in that instant.
Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy, but Wen Sheng had been quite emotional these past few days. She had become sensitive, riddled with wild thoughts, and even a little perverse.
