Leng Youchen returned to the master bedroom, and Wei Anning had already gone to sleep. He maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside. The warm yellow light of the bedside lamp bathed her in its glow, casting her petite form in a soft radiance that was incredibly endearing.
He leaned over slightly and gently brushed a lock of hair from her cheek to behind her ear, revealing her well-defined profile. His thin lips touched her face, a brief kiss before he pulled away.
How lucky must he have been to have married her by chance?
"My lady, no matter how many people are against us being together, I've decided on you!" Leng Youchen whispered, holding her chin as he stared at her peaceful sleeping face.
After a while, he let go of her and turned to go to the bathroom for a shower.
Only after the bathroom door closed did Wei Anning tremblingly open her eyes. She fixated on the frosted glass, reflecting the man's silhouette, biting her teeth tightly, hatred etched deep in her bones.
