The perfunctory words were extraordinarily cold, so cold that Yang Yuran even lacked the strength to say anything more.
After hanging up the phone, she cried, curled up alone under the blanket, weeping bitterly. At that time, the naive her still made excuses for Mr. Yang, thinking that Mr. Yang was busier during the day and would come to soothe her at night.
But as she hoped day after day, she was disappointed time and again, and it was half a month later when she received a new call from Mr. Yang. Instead of comforting her, he informed her that Bai Yan was allergic to hydrangea pollen and needed to have all the hydrangeas in the garden removed.
The hydrangea tree she had planted with her own hands when she was six years old…
Gradually, she understood that Mr. Yang's heart had turned bad, and he no longer had room for her and Mrs. Yang in his heart.
She realized the truth early, but Mrs. Yang, still caught in the middle, either couldn't see it or perhaps didn't want to wake up?
