Back in their own domain, inside the small and quiet house, Lan Yue sat alone. It had already been more than a week since she had been confined there, and the days had started to blur together.
The room felt suffocatingly silent, with no one to talk to and nothing to distract her thoughts. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and her once lively expression had turned dull and tired. She had not been able to rest properly, nor calm her mind even for a moment.
She leaned against the bed, her fingers gripping the edge of her clothes as she stared blankly ahead. "How long am I supposed to stay here like this…" she muttered under her breath.
The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. That man… just thinking about him made her expression harden. His cold and ruthless face flashed in her mind, and the way he had separated her from her husband filled her with anger.
But what hurt her the most was not that.
It was her child.
Her little Ocra fry.
