Lin Mengyao looked at her family, who stood against her, and curled her lips into a bitter smile. Look at how harmonious they are; only she is the outsider, the bad one. Lin Mengyao wanted to say something, but found her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, making speaking—let alone breathing—difficult.
Xu Ke opened his arms and took Lin Mengyao into his embrace, pressing her head against his shoulder. A wave of humid warmth flowed over from where she leaned against him, making Xu Ke's heart grow slightly restless.
