Nan Wan raised her hand to tuck the stray hair beside her cheek behind her ear, smiling gently. "Since Miss Yu loves him so much, why didn't you use similar means to tie him down during those thirty years before he married me?"
"I've been through a near-death experience, and it's only when lingering by death's door that many things become clear. Besides... he's so wonderful, I've lost everything else, I just want him."
There was no more straightforward way to put it.
This time, Nan Wan truly laughed. Her innate dignity made her entire being elegant, and her voice was soft and gentle. "What a coincidence, I too have visited death's door."
The door to the ward opened, and Jiashu came out from inside. Standing on tiptoe, he reached for the doorknob, trying to close the door, but despite using all his strength, he could barely touch it.
He looked at Nan Wan on the bench, pleading with his eyes for help.
