Qin Jiaran took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress the sourness in her heart as she went downstairs.
She managed to squeeze a smile onto her face and greeted Fu Bainian politely after going downstairs, "Dad."
"Jiaran." Fu Bainian nodded, considering it a response.
Fu Lingfeng didn't react much, just glanced up briefly and then retracted his gaze, not lingering even for a second.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Qin Jiaran felt a chill spreading from the depths of her heart.
She used to think that once they were married, Fu Lingfeng's attitude towards her would improve, that he would gradually forget Gu Nanqiao. But now, they had been married for so long, yet he still showed no interest in her, and had become even colder. What was she still hoping for?
Qin Jiaran felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, surrounded by an indescribable cold.
She was stubbornly walking down a road where she couldn't see the future, a road that was dark and long, filled with despair.
