"After the storm had passed, why didn't you contact me? Also, when did you come back, and why did I only see you yesterday?"
Facing her sharp questions, Tang Yuchen pressed his thin lips tightly, not knowing how to respond.
His silence made her a bit uneasy.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?"
The man said in a deep voice, "An Ruo, Ke Ren isn't dead."
An Ruo was stunned, then her eyes widened in shock.
Many questions flashed through her mind quickly.
Why wasn't Lan Keren dead?
Why was he telling her this, did he want to continue being with her?
And back then, they had become husband and wife, were they still now?
An Ruo's mind was exceptionally calm, but her hands and feet were ice cold.
"…And then? Why are you telling me this?" she murmured.
Tang Yuchen didn't dare to look into her eyes. He rose and walked to the balcony, placing his hands on the railing and gripping it tightly.
