Fu Shihan stepped out of the room and walked toward her original bedroom.
The dim light in the hallway made Su Wanxin hold her breath, not daring to let out a sound for fear of being seen by someone. Especially not by his grandfather, or she would seem shameless...
It wasn't far, and she arrived quickly.
The servants had cleaned the room in the afternoon, and the sheets and duvet covers were freshly changed.
Su Wanxin sat on the bed as Fu Shihan turned on the light. After adjusting to the brightness, she started to quickly look around the room.
But within seconds, her eyes turned red.
She had dreamed of this room before, more than once.
The grievances and anxieties that had built up over many days finally erupted at this moment. Tears blurred Su Wanxin's eyes as she looked at him, and then he held her in his embrace.
Su Wanxin hugged him and wept, gradually beginning to understand why her former self had felt cornered.
