Wen Yiming was jolted awake by Zhao Yali's scream.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he saw the living room in disarray, and Zhao Yali sat on the sofa, silently crying, her hands covering her face.
Tears streamed through her fingers, and soon, her hands were soaked.
With an expressionless screen, Wen Yiming looked on, feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of sorrow.
The two had been married for almost thirty years now, and Wen Yiming had never seen Zhao Yali like this before. No matter the occasion, she was always elegant, noble, and poised. Never before had she cried in such a disheveled, embarrassing manner in front of the servants.
Knowing something must have happened again, Wen Yiming quickly moved over and sat beside Zhao Yali, "What's happened now?"
Once she cried, her mood improved slightly, and seeing Wen Yiming dressed, Zhao Yali let out a breath and pulled his hand as they headed out the door.
