From the corner of her eye, Chi Yun'er glanced at the door, and her heart skipped a beat.
She could actually tell who it was just from the sound of their footsteps!
'But what was Jiang Yihua doing here so late?'
'Why did he come to the door but not enter, then leave so silently?'
The faint light of a summer dawn filtered in. Wisps of cool wind, carrying the scent of grass and earth, swept away most of the stuffy heat inside the room.
Chi Yun'er woke up feeling content. Her body felt a comfort she had never experienced before. For someone frail who had spent years with a heavy chest, whose every step felt like dragging a bag of cement, it was truly a novel and joyous experience!
Her eyes curved into crescents. Even though she had lived through such an unbearable and miserable life, at this moment, she didn't feel much resentment or hatred.
