Yao Wangshu rushed over during the night and when she arrived at the apartment, she saw Mu Jingnan sitting on the ground with no care for his image.
Leaning against the wall, he looked utterly exhausted, seemingly having fallen asleep.
Despite the chill of the night, he was sitting on the floor, sleeping there.
The hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched, nails digging deeply into the palm.
Waves of pain reminded her that this man had only Situ Yunshu in his heart.
But what could she do? She only had him in her heart too.
Situ Yunshu didn't love him, so why couldn't he turn around and see her, the one who always stood behind him?
If they hadn't been torn apart back then, perhaps she and he would have had a child by now.
Taking off her coat, she squatted down and carefully covered him with it.
He seemed extremely tired and didn't seem to react.
Yao Wangshu's heart suddenly tightened, feeling both envy and jealousy towards Situ Yunshu; this love should have been hers.
