The last twenty years of my life don't compare to today's misery.
Jiang Muwan thought.
Just as Gu Jiangnian said, her wings were clipped, and she was kept here, confined.
She couldn't imagine.
She would end up like this today.
Now, even breathing required extreme caution.
That afternoon, Yu Se and Song Rong took her from the hospital back to Guanlan Villa.
All the way, Banxia was driving, clearly feeling the tension in the car.
The thought hadn't even settled.
Yu Se, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to Banxia to inform her about some pregnant woman who had a miscarriage due to the driver's improper driving.
And then there was news about some family of three and their unborn child dying because of road rage.
Banxia trembled from listening.
Sweat kept pouring down her hands while holding the steering wheel, relentless and unstoppable.
The cold sweat dripped down, even making her legs shake.
After Yu Se's lesson, she asked Banxia, "Did you remember?"
