Unaware of her mother's probing gaze, Yan Yinuo's legs went weak as she dropped a sentence and turned into her room.
The room door closed with a "snap," blocking Xu Lijing's inquisitive eyes.
Furrowing her brows, Xu Lijing's face turned pale as she recalled the scene that had just unfolded.
The next day, Xu Lijing received a phone call from Yan Lin and brought some items to him.
Having spent several months in prison, Yan Lin had slowly adapted to the life inside, but he had become much more haggard. At just over fifty years old, he looked as though he had aged ten years.
The couple had not spoken for a long time, and Yan Lin's expression was indifferent until he finally spoke up, telling Xu Lijing to go back.
"You and Yinuo should live well, and if there's nothing important, don't come here often."
"Yan Lin..." Xu Lijing's eyes reddened, and she quietly watched him.
She had thought he would completely ignore her, but unexpectedly, he was still willing to speak.
