Shen Bijun stayed alone and quiet in the small villa of the Shens.
She sat on the sofa in the living room, her face showed neither sadness nor joy, making it impossible to discern her emotions.
Love was never the entirety of her life.
Just like when Chu Yanshen disappeared without a trace for no apparent reason, she didn't sink into despondency but felt that something was odd. If Chu Yanshen really wanted to abandon her, there was no need to erase all traces of his existence.
That was also why she later insisted on finding Chu Yanshen to get a clear explanation.
Shen Bijun picked up the hot tea from the coffee table and took a couple of sips.
The tea was warm as it entered her mouth, but she still felt a bone-chilling cold.
The words of that man pierced her heart like knives.
She was not the kind of person who deserved forgiveness.
Shen Bijun lowered her eyes and suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh.
