It was past midnight, and faint firecracker sounds welcoming the New Year drifted in from outside, mingled with the joyous cheers of children.
The spring drapes were silent, and the young woman had already fallen asleep, dazed.
Lu Ying tightly embraced her, greedily kissing her cheeks and lips.
"Shen Zhaozhao, Shen Zhaozhao…"
"Happy New Year, Shen Zhaozhao…"
He called her over and over, his hoarse voice tinged with tender affection and careful restraint, as his broad palm gently caressed her head.
It was as if the ruthless and violent man from earlier was not him at all.
Separated by a single wall in a secret chamber.
Shen Xinglei had been confined for days. Each day, only one maid would quietly bring him food, most of which was spoiled. It was evident that the wretched woman Shen Yinning was deliberately tormenting him!
He licked his cracked lips.
His field of vision was shrouded in darkness, so his sense of hearing became all the more acute.
