In the bedroom, only a desk lamp was on, its light hiding in the shadows, making the entire room's illumination seem very dim. This kind of dimness was not the slightly romantic and seductive dimness of a cafe, nor the mysterious dimness under a star-filled blue sky, but... a heart-wrenching gloom.
Under the dwindling light, Ye Feifei sat alone at the head of her bed, hugging her knees. She had covered her feet with a blanket, her head hung low, continually sobbing quietly. She looked like someone who had fallen to the bottom of a cliff, who, before having time to celebrate surviving the ordeal, felt despair at being blocked by the towering cliff walls from the path of life.
Hua Yunliang knew that this incident had caused Ye Feifei a great fright, an unprecedented and catastrophic one. How could someone like her, who had grown up so cherished and sheltered, withstand so much?
