Who is she?
She didn't know anymore; she just felt her body growing heavier and heavier, as if it were about to plunge into an abyss, utterly dark.
Before long, her body grew hotter, and her shirt was soaked with sweat.
Fu Yanye slowly lay on top of her, his hand reaching under her to cradle her in his arms.
Zhuo Jian called out to him in a daze, "Fu Yanye!"
"Stop calling me, or I'll really do something only a husband would do!"
Smelling the pleasant fragrance emanating from her, Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and ceased to move.
Zhuo Jian made no further sound, yet the word "husband" heavily settled onto her heart.
Had he always known that he was her husband?
She was sent away as soon as they got married; when she returned, it was with divorce papers.
Latterly, she had no real feelings, as though she was treading on ice and was subsequently drowned by the water.
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The next morning, when she woke up, she found that he was no longer on the bed.
