Listening to the drum-like heartbeat close to her ear, Wen Wanzhi's nose stung.
After Bao Yancheng proposed divorce, the thing she longed for most, the thing she spared no expense to retrieve, was such a warm embrace...
But just as she approached the end of her life, preparing to give up everything, Bao Yancheng casually played this card of warmth, like a soft knife stabbing into Wen Wanzhi's heart.
Wen Wanzhi's eyes watered, holding back the tears from falling.
Her body stiffened, and she spoke in a low voice.
"Bao Yancheng, open your eyes and see who I am. You're not thinking clearly."
Bao Yancheng chuckled low in his throat.
"Yes, yes, I'm not thinking clearly... Behave in the dream, Zhizhi."
Feeling the man's warm lips on her head, Wen Wanzhi shrank slightly, yet her whole person instinctively curled into Bao Yancheng's broad embrace.
Wen Wanzhi closed her eyes in pain, biting her trembling lower lip.