Bai Yiran sat by the window, watching the heavy rain outside. It had been raining for a whole day and night, and it was still pouring. It's often said that spring rain is as precious as oil, but this relentless downpour made people feel anxious.
Reaching her hand through the window, she let the rain hit her hand. The longer she was confined here, the more restless she became.
At first, she would tell herself to control her emotions, conserve her strength, and stay calm.
But as time went on, she could no longer remain calm. She missed her children, missed Leng Yichen. Every time she thought of Xiao Xi and Xiao Lang, it felt like a piece of her heart was being ripped out. This longing for her children and husband grew more and more intense over time, driving her nearly insane.
Ever since the last outburst, Yao Zhiqing's attitude towards her had completely changed, turning cold and hateful.
