She had not had a mother since she was young. She also never had any good friends. She was entirely blank when it came to relationships. No one taught her how to behave or what was right to do.
She just felt that she was putting herself out there; she would belong to him entirely.
In the future, she would only have him.
"Zhou Yao… Zhou Yao…" She was nervous and at a loss as she called out to him.
"I am here, I am here… Wife, wife…" He closed his reddened eyes.
Leng Zhiyuan closed her eyes slowly, and glistening tears slowly fell down from the corner of her eyes. She was in pain, but she also felt happy.
…
At night, Leng Zhiyuan slept on the joined beds. Aunty, who was in deep slumber, was sleeping on her left side, and there was a cloth curtain. She knew that Zhou Yao was sleeping on her right hand side.
