A few strands of wet hair hung down in front of the forehead, with the eyelids drooping heavily, eyes lacking any sparkle, a coffee-colored suit loosely draped over the body...
It's only been two days, but Shangguan Yunhong has already become haggard, seemingly aged by five or six years. Sun Fuquan came out from the kitchen, helplessly sighing, "Yunhong, let's eat. I've made the celery meatballs you love."
"You eat, I'm not hungry."
Such a low voice, gentle tone; since Sun Fuquan got married, he had never experienced this before. Had it been any other time, he would have been incredibly thankful.
But now...
With a light sigh, Sun Fuquan stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder: "Don't worry. Minmin just went out to clear her mind. When she feels better, she'll come back."
"Old Sun..." Shangguan Yunhong raised her head and looked at Sun Fuquan pleadingly, "Can you find Minmin and bring her back, please?"
