Jing Yiren lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling where all she could see was an expanse of white.
Jing Yiren had never known how unbearable it was to lay eyes on the man she liked with another woman in bed, a degree of pain she could never have imagined before.
Once it happened, she had to forcefully experience that ever-present agony; there was no escape, no resistance, a pain that seemed to dig out her heart and scrape her bones.
She and Lu Ming's loving relationship had made her believe such a thing would never happen to them.
The affection and gentleness Lu Ming showed her, the large hands that once touched her body now touched another.
Thinking of this, another tear spilled from Jing Yiren's eyes.
She closed her eyes, refusing to think, hoping that sleep would come and she could forget everything.
Surely when Lu Ming woke up, he would come to explain everything to her.
