Song Anjiu opened her eyes and moved her hand with the IV drip, staring blankly at the white ceiling.
Fu Chenshang was moistening her dry, cracked lips with a cotton swab. Seeing that she had opened her eyes, he touched her head, "Burned into stupidity?"
Song Anjiu slowly turned her neck, shifting her gaze onto him. Her small face had almost lost its shape due to thinness, making her eyes appear unusually large. The moment her big eyes saw him, they instantly filled with tears that silently slid down, silently speaking of her unutterable grievances.
Even the first time he had seen her in such a state, he hadn't seen her cry before. Fu Chenshang's heart felt as if it was being gnawed at by millions of tiny aphids. He reached out to touch her, but she immediately shrank into the covers.
Fu Chenshang's extended hand stiffened slightly, and he gave a bitter laugh, "You feel aggrieved? I'm the one who was pushed to another woman, almost scared to death when I came home..."
