Back at home, while taking a shower, Sheng Shushu slipped while lost in thought.
The bathroom at her grandfather's house was old and cramped; she hit her forehead against the wall and her lower back against the solid faucet beside her.
She immediately gasped from the pain and squatted there for a long time, unable to recover.
After her shower, with furrowed brows, she touched the sore spot on her lower back, wincing in pain.
The next day it had turned into a large purple bruise, but she still had to go out.
Chen Yu was waiting for her at the cafe, "Sister-in-law! This way."
Sheng Shushu's back ached, her steps weren't as brisk, and even sitting down she moved slowly, with a slight hand on her waist.
Chen Yu hadn't paid it much mind at first, but that posture was all too familiar to him, causing him to suddenly widen his eyes slightly.
One of his female clients seeking divorce had assumed that very posture when meeting him.
