Pei Donghan entered the hospital room to find that slender and beautiful silhouette standing by the window.
Hearing the door being pushed open behind her, Lin Zhen quickly turned her head and, upon seeing her ex-husband, the joy in her eyes instantly faded.
Three years had passed, yet her love and hate were still distinct.
She loathed him, even though they had shared a child, and the contempt was still alive today.
Pei Donghan felt bitter, but as that brat had said, he was naturally timid and could only ever humbly gaze down in Lin Zhen's presence.
No amount of money could match the value of a single smile from her.
Just like yesterday when Lin Zhen, debilitated and sitting on the hospital bed, flashed a gentle smile and grasped his hand, asking him to persuade their son to go abroad with her.
Pei Donghan admitted that, at that moment, his heart had softened.
In their more than ten years of marriage, she'd seldom spoken to him with such tenderness.
