C152 His Illness

In the large, silent house, it felt as though no one was home. Upstairs, she quietly dressed and groomed herself, while downstairs, he sat with his head in his hands, tightly pressing his lips together.

He couldn't figure out what had happened that night. Could everything Shun Mengyao said be true? How could he have been such a fool?

Hsu Moyan reached for his phone in frustration, leaned back