"???"
Lu Fengxuan had a streak of black lines across her forehead. What had she said?
Such a big accusation had been slapped down on her, and they didn't even let her say a word... It was preposterous!
Yu Chiyin was "heartbroken," lying down in silence with his long arms across his forehead, neatly covering his deep eyes.
He thought about how he'd finally gotten to taste the good life for less than two months, only to have to live like a monk by his wife's side again.
His heart was heavy, his chest felt as if a heavy stone pressed down on it, making it hard to breathe.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt utterly pitiful.
"Brother Ayin."
Lu Fengxuan tried to move his arm away but didn't expect him to resist. He pressed down hard on his forehead, not budging or letting her see his face.
She couldn't help but cry and laugh at the same time. Retracting her hand, she simply sat down with her legs crossed next to him.
