In the corridor, just a door away.
Wen Yi's face was white, tightly grasping Wen Ya's hand.
She might have been at ease, but seeing them enter the room firsthand stirred a different emotion.
A decision she had made long ago still left her in deep pain.
Wen Ya touched her cheek and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, frowning as she spoke again, "Wen Yi, it's not too late to go in now. If you hesitate, they'll turn raw rice into cooked rice, and you'll never have a chance again."
Tears streamed down Wen Yi's face.
Wen Ya's expression was icy as she raised her hand to knock on the door.
"No, big sister," Wen Yi suddenly stopped her, her lips bitten red, "Let it be. I'm willing to let him have this."
They were only fiancés in name.
He Ye didn't like her.
Yet, Wen Ya insisted on knocking on the door, "I don't care what you're thinking, but no matter what, Cheng Zhiwei absolutely can't stay here and spend the night with He Ye."
"Sister."