He sacrificed so much, gave up his conscience, and paid such a heavy price for all this - did he really still want it?
When Bian Yue returned to the Shen Family Mansion, the sky was draped with a drizzling gray rain, carrying with it a hint of gloom.
She had just gotten out of the car when she saw Shen Jinci, holding an umbrella, waiting for her in front of the gate.
He was dressed in home clothes, with calmly elegant and indifferent eyes and brows, his smile profound. He didn't ask anything but said, "It's almost noon, and I was thinking you probably haven't eaten since you were out, so I made you some soup."
A warmth surged in Bian Yue's heart; she embraced Shen Jinci, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "Mr. Shen is becoming more and more considerate."
"Still learning," Shen Jinci paused, then said softly, "I can't let Yueyue suffer by my side."
