Wen Suihan's bedroom hasn't changed a bit.
Jiang Yi used to lie on this big bed, lingering in Wen Suihan's embrace, not wanting him to go to work.
Back then, Jiang Yi had whimsically thought.
Perhaps life could always be as sweet as it was then.
But that sweetness seemed to vanish in an instant, before she was ready, she was pushed into an abyss by a pair of heavy hands.
The Wen Suihan in front of her had shed his tightly wrapped exterior, sleeping like a defenseless big child.
Perhaps uncomfortable, his brow gently furrowed.
Jiang Yi replaced the now-cold damp towel with a warm one.
She moved as gently as possible, afraid to cause him even the slightest discomfort.
Looking at his profile, Jiang Yi couldn't help but think, the powerful man who always stood behind her also had this vulnerable side.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yi's feelings were complex beyond words.
Jiang Yi took the thermometer from the box and once again placed it under Wen Suihan's arm.
