"To prove my innocence, I'm afraid my wife will come home later and be upset when she sees traces of another woman having lived here."
Xia Wan'an, who had just managed to compose herself, once again found her mind going blank.
To prove my innocence, I'm afraid my wife will come home later and be upset when she sees traces of another woman having lived here...
My wife... This was the first time she had heard him refer to "Xia Wan'an" as "my wife" from his own mouth.
The fingertips holding her phone trembled slightly.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered that night in the hospital, when he had a fever and begged for a hug like a child wanting candy, saying, "An'an, I've been drifting for so long, when will you come back... and bring my home with you..."
Xia Wan'an could distinctly feel her heart sour and soften in an instant.
Certain emotions within her chest were raring to burst forth, as if they might break through her throat at any moment.
