Chi Yue didn't know how she left Jiang Yu's place. All she knew was that by the time she returned to the Siheyuan, she was in a daze, and it wasn't until Fu Rongyin carried her to bed that she suddenly came to and tears fell silently.
Fu Rongyin always feared most when she cried, especially when she cried without making a sound. Sometimes he wouldn't even realize she was upset unless he looked.
He pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back to comfort her.
Chi Yue cried uncontrollably in his embrace.
She knew cancer was almost incurable, and it was only a matter of time before Lin Wanyun left. The successful surgery had given her hope, but in the end, it was...
If she'd never had it, she wouldn't be this sad. The collapse of hope made her feel this much pain. How much more pain must have Lin Wanyun endured when she was critically ill?
Chi Yue didn't dare to keep thinking about it.
That night, Chi Yue didn't sleep.
