Xu Meimei, unaware of the true circumstances, simply assumed that Shen Chi, due to his old age, fell seriously ill because they had been overly frivolous. From then on, although she still longed for intimacy, she never dared to initiate it.
Occasionally, when she saw her in the prime of life devoted wholeheartedly to him, an old man, the normally sane Shen Chi, no matter how tough-hearted, would feel a twinge of pity. But when he thought of Wanwan, that pity quickly dissolved.
How could he, in such a state, have any right to feel sympathy for her?
Since then, Shen Chi had never mentioned Lin Xiaoguai again. His temperament had become even more silent and stern, tending only to a few old people around him, appearing as stoic as a statue that neither cried nor smiled, formidable to those who saw.
Only Chen Han understood the turbulent storm brewing in his heart.
