Song Huanyan heard the sound of the door opening, looked up, and saw Yun Jianchen…
With one glance… she noticed the lipstick on Yun Jianchen's white shirt collar.
It was peach pink.
Yuan Xiaobai had put on peach pink lipstick that day.
Song Huanyan's complexion turned ugly. She frowned and glared at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen raised an eyebrow, entered the room, closed the door, and indifferently asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Huanyan shook her head, "Nothing." She took a deep breath and looked at Yun Jianchen, "Yun Jianchen, I know our marriage... might not be what you wanted, and actually… I also feel that our marriage was hasty and chaotic… There's hardly any affection between us, and we just got married in a confused mess."
Yun Jianchen stood there, crossed his arms, and coldly watched Song Huanyan, who was sitting on the bed and speaking earnestly.
He was indeed curious to hear what exactly Song Huanyan wanted to say.
