Back then, during the time he took shelter in her room to heal his wounds, he occasionally saw her calling or video chatting with her husband and child.
He could tell she was a woman who relied heavily on her husband.
Now that she was traveling alone, having not seen her pick up her phone to make a call, send a message or even glance at it all day, he ultimately couldn't help but ask her this question.
"Can't a person travel alone?" Ning Xia countered instead of answering.
"Not necessarily."
John Hill's dark eyes briefly swept over her slender, fair fingers, a hint of amusement appearing in his gaze, "Just curious."
Ning Xia didn't beat around the bush with him, just as she had straightforwardly made clear she had a husband back then, and now she answered just as directly, "We've separated."
"So, are you in C Country to clear your mind?"
"You could say that." Ning Xia's lips curved into a faint smile, looking serene, yet unable to hide the sorrow in her eyes.
