Yan Juanjuan held the porcelain cup custom-made in Italy with both hands, but had no intention of drinking tea. She felt the subtle warmth in her palms and cast her gaze towards Yao Zheng, who hadn't visited her for a long time. Although he remained silent, his eyes clearly conveyed his emotions.
Although they didn't have the official status of a married couple, they lived as such in reality. Without any discussion, Yan Juanjuan had already sent their son to Italy; a trusted boarding high school, and she had begun the immigration process. With her current status and position, she believed it wouldn't be long before she could leave the country.
