The cold wind whipped against the windows, its howling in the black night adding a few notes of desolation.
The atmosphere in the bedroom had plummeted to freezing, oppressively so.
"Mo Yuan, I'm your wife, this is our bedroom. If you can't stay in the study, then go to the guest room. Why must you embarrass me like this?" Mo Yu clenched her fists, a look of utter heartbreak on her face.
To outsiders, it might appear that they respected each other as husband and wife, but only she knew that they were spouses in name only. She was the only one who lived in this bedroom, and whenever he was at home over the years, he always stayed in the study.
Not even for one night had he ever stayed in this bedroom.
Even though he remembered nothing, why wouldn't he get close to her, or fully accept her? Hadn't he felt any of her kindness toward him?
Mo Yuan turned around, his expression indifferent, "It's late, stop making a fuss."
