Upon hearing Su Nanxing's words, Lu Beiyuan just felt a sourness at the tip of his nose and a choke in his throat.
Once, they had been husband and wife, sharing a bed and a home together.
But now, their home was gone.
"We do," Lu Beiyuan took her hand, "Xingxing, as long as you give me a chance, we will have a home."
"Lu Beiyuan, I'm so tired. Can I stay alone for a while?"
Su Nanxing felt more than just stuffiness in her chest; she even felt a bit nauseated.
"Why did you come here with him if you're feeling unwell?" Lu Beiyuan looked at her, both heartbroken and angry, "I never wanted you to come…"
Su Nanxing had not wanted to say it, but she was too distressed: "Am I only fit to be left at home by you? Who did you come with? Was it Wei Yunyue?"
"Xingxing, that's not what I meant!"
"Was that woman just now Wei Yunyue?"
"Yes, but…"
"So, you'd rather bring someone else, and not your own..."
