Shen Xianyu bent down to pick up those few pieces of paper. She raised her hand, intending to knock on the door once more, but after hesitating for a long while, she finally let it fall weakly.
She turned around and went downstairs, her steps stiff as she walked.
After going downstairs, she tore the appraisal report in her hand into pieces.
Now, even if the appraisal report came out, it was of no use; everything in her eyes had become empty.
She never denied her selfishness. She lived her whole life for herself, but in the end, she was merely a pitiful person deceived by her husband for decades.
She raised her hand to cover her face, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking the back of her hand through the gaps between her fingers.
...
When she returned to the hospital, Mu Wanhua hadn't left yet.
Shen Xianyu saw her standing in front of the glass, looking into the observation room. Without saying a word, Shen Xianyu pushed the door open and walked inside.
