Yan Mei waited just inside the door; her ears pitched for the sound of a homecoming. Her hands fluttered in anxiety as she brushed it down her pantsuit, sweeping away non-existent lint.
One would think she didn't have anything to worry about but the fact remained that the situation was too close to the bone for her.
Once upon a time she had lost, alone and dead inside; she idly wondered how her life would have changed if there had been someone to pick her up if there had been someone who had brought her 'home'. She wondered how she would have turned out if she hadn't had to pick up the pieces of her life on her own.
She knows someone would call her stupid for accepting her husband ex into her home but she had her reasons. For some reason, she saw herself in the girl's shoes and she knew how much Yue Yan means to her husband.
