When Tingxuan rushed to the bedroom, Han Yi was standing alone by the window, with the wind gently swaying the curtains. The countryside-style curtains framed her slender, frail silhouette. She leaned against the window, staring blankly, seemingly lost in many thoughts, looking very lonely.
"Are you upset?" He walked up behind her, reaching out to gently hold her shoulder.
Han Yi turned her head, giving him a faint glance, "A loving dinner, why not enjoy it?"
"If my wife can't eat, how can I feel like eating?"
Tingxuan picked up a thicker jacket and draped it over Han Yi's shoulders, "Come on, darling, let's go eat outside!"
Only then did Han Yi's expression improve, and she followed Tingxuan out.
Lin Ruoxi stood at the dining room door, watching Tingxuan holding Han Yi's waist as they walked out.
A deep sense of defeat rose from her heart.
In the evening, Han Yi ate heartily outside.
Tingxuan seemed not to care about tonight's events, keeping silent about Lin Ruoxi.
