The night was silent.
Being alone in a large bedroom like this always led one to deep contemplation.
And the process of such contemplation often made one appear particularly vulnerable, or perhaps particularly strong.
Su Xiaomeng was indeed strong. In the daytime, the malicious words Bai Shunyuan said to her did not eventually bring her to tears.
But a simple "wife" from Yin Shixiu suddenly struck a chord with Su Xiaomeng's fragile nerves.
She held her phone, looking at the lit screen, the background she set for the chat frame, her dashing husband.
Countless thoughts rushed into her mind, those thoughts that surfaced after Bai Shunyuan's malicious attacks but she forcefully suppressed, reemerged.
She swiped open the keyboard but couldn't type a single word for a long time.
At this moment, Yin Shixiu was leaning on the large CEO chair, the Tower Bridge spanning the Thames River visible outside the glass behind him.
In the afternoon, London's sunshine was still quite bright.
