Lin Xuening looked at the sleeping Lan Jue, her fingers turning pale from the force of her grip.
She bit her lip gently, slowly got out of bed, and began searching around.
There was nothing in the wardrobe, she searched every possible place she could think of, but found nothing.
Her lips pressed into a straight line, and at this moment, a strong sense of grievance surged like a tide in her heart.
She had chosen her husband with determination, knowing all along that his heart belonged to someone else.
Moreover, Lan Jue had never deceived her about this matter.
Yet at this time, she would rather he hadn't been so honest, even if it was all just a lie.
In a state of dejection, she sat back on the bed draped in red sheets, the words "Shen Ruoxi" seemed like a shadow, likely to linger in her marriage for a long time.
She even suspected that Lan Jue's drunkenness today was all because of Shen Ruoxi, drowning himself in alcohol to escape their nuptial night.
