Under the dim lighting, Lian Qingxuan supported her weary body and glanced back at Xue Zhiyuan, who was snoring on the bed, his brows almost knit together.
Forget it, don't bother with a drunkard.
Lian Qingxuan sighed, went to the bathroom for a soak, and upon removing her robe, discovered bruises on her body, either bitten or sucked out, which at the time only felt slightly painful, but now looked shocking.
The warm water was still steaming, and Lian Qingxuan comfortably soaked in the bathtub, feeling every pore had opened up, feeling extremely relaxed.
She leaned against the bathtub, as steam rose, and her mind was continuously filled with Tang Yue's words to her.
"Sister Xuan, you are still young."
"No, you are only one-third through your life, whether you continue on or choose to separate, you need to think clearly. Considering your current state, even if you don't divorce, it may not be good for the children."
