For a long while, Huang Manman thought of the ten-minute visitation limit and pursed her lips.
"How are you feeling now?"
Through the mask, He Yuan could not see the expression on her face, only her foggy eyes—she seemed to have cried.
His heart twinged with pain, yet he still feigned indifference.
The scene of being abandoned three years ago often reminded him during sleepless nights of her betrayal of their relationship.
He had numbed himself with work, enduring three years, until he was strong enough to stand up to his family, and then he came back.
This time, it was not her turn to say no to him again.
He Yuan closed his eyes; the pain from various parts of his body allowed him to keep his composure, after all, it was nothing compared to the torment of memories over the last three years.