After the evening sunset fell behind its curtain, night came crawling in.
A massive black canvas covered the entire city.
Sitting by the window on the sofa, Song Rong gazed faintly at the night view outside, her whole being shrouded in a light melancholy. Clad in a white cotton and linen dress,
her gentle temperament was fully displayed.
Upon hearing Song Yuxi's persuasion, Ya Ying suppressed her emotions, carried the dinner into Song Rong's room, and seeing her in low spirits, gently suggested, "Eat something!"
Song Rong slowly shook her head and sighed, "I can't eat."
How could she possibly eat!
Her heart was in such turmoil, as if it were thrown into an ice cellar, totally cold.
Under normal circumstances, Ya Ying would have definitely said a word or two in defense of Jiang Muwan, but today the shock in her heart was no less intense than that of Song Rong, so not even half a word of consolation could she utter, feeling that saying it would just be deceiving herself.
