Xia Yangyang also saw the person in the room.
In that instant, it felt like she was dreaming.
This must be a dream.
The scene was just too familiar.
Countless days and nights, she always felt that Lu Yinxing had returned.
Always felt she suddenly appeared by her side.
Countless times, waking up at night, she would rush to Lu Yinxing's room to check.
But every time it was completely empty.
The disappointment, the heartbreak, were indescribable.
When she was young, she had tasted enough of love's bitterness.
Back then, she always thought losing love was the most painful thing in life.
But she never expected that in middle age, what she endured would be even more heartbreaking.
Every time she saw the empty room, Xia Yangyang would cry her heart out inside.
Gu Qichen would always come to accompany her, holding her in his arms.
Sometimes, the two of them would sit there on Lu Yinxing's little bed until dawn.
In fact, for the past three years, every day felt like torment.
