Yu Qinglu didn't lash out at her, nor did she cry and beg her to leave the man, and she certainly didn't show up with a pregnant belly demanding her to step aside. It was just that on the wedding night, she created a bit of an incident.
If it was a real illness, then the word 'coincidence' wouldn't have a second meaning. But if she was faking it...
Nan Wan suddenly felt unfamiliar with herself, experiencing such inexplicable emotions and unfounded suspicions.
She opened her eyes to a sky that was slightly bright beyond the sheer curtains.
A voice in her heart reminded her: Nan Wan, you're not supposed to be like this.
But another voice countered: No, life and marriage should be like this. You've developed feelings for this man, which is why you feel disappointed and angry.
The two voices argued back and forth, and after a long time, she gradually fell asleep.
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Huo Yihan's mood was off, filling his glass again after finishing one, and his wine glass was never empty.
