Nan Wan's calm eyebrows did not waver at all, as if what the other party was saying was inconsequential, "Mu Huan didn't hide anything from me, there's no need for you to sow discord."
Yu Qinglu fell ill very early; when she used to travel back and forth between An City and Qing City every week, she had already met Yu Qinglu in the sanatorium.
Later, when her condition worsened, Mu Jin Huan brought Yu Qinglu back to Qing City. At first, he indeed didn't tell her until Zhao Ying sent her a photo.
They were married, and their love left no doubts.
She lay beside Mr. Mu's pillow every day; no one knew better than her whether he loved her or not.
"What a pity," Yu Qinglu sighed with some disappointment and regret, "so you two love each other so much, with not even a hint of doubt. I'm quite jealous."
Why?
She had given all her youth and emotions to that man. Why couldn't he love her as he loved Nan Wan…
Even if just for one day.
