How could she not love him? The details of that love were clear, and she had truly felt them, yet she insisted on playing ignorant, stubbornly wanting him to say it aloud.
She is the selfish one...
The night was swept by a typhoon, an extraordinarily harsh weather.
Bian Yue looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, into the pitch dark, like an endless dark sea.
Lately, Bian Yue has been prone to emotional fluctuations, even now, just the inclement weather made her restless.
She turned around, the bedroom empty.
It dawned on her that Shen Jinci was not in the room. He had been busy lately too, Shen Zhaoli had demanded a leave and dumped back the work Shen Jinci had previously passed to him.
Now, both of them were extremely busy, often only exchanging a word or two late at night.
Today, during the day in the hospital, Shen Jinci had accompanied her, which was time squeezed out forcibly.
