"I saw Lin Yixun, she's not doing well."
At the engagement banquet, Zhong Chu's words kept echoing in my mind. From the beginning to the end of the banquet, I was distracted.
Even though I kept telling myself that Zhong Chu's words might be exaggerated, that perhaps Lin Yixun was not as bad as he described, countless possibilities still kept popping up in my mind.
I feared that Lin Yixun was really not doing well. I feared more that she was being mistreated by others. After all, I've also experienced the pain of falling from the clouds into the quagmire.
In the end, I still had my assistant investigate her, investigating her situation over the past four years. However, the content in the investigation report was not what I wanted.
I stared fixedly at the photo on the report; after four years, she had lost a lot of weight, her baby fat was gone, and her once bright eyes were now as dull as still water, with no ripples whatsoever.
