Lin Wanxiao secretly thought to herself that more than anything, she hoped Yin Weiyin wouldn't meet him, just like her.
That way she could smugly think that while she wore mourning clothes as a widow, Yin Weiyin was living like a widow in reality.
But things didn't go as she wished.
"He's here."
Yin Weiyin's simple statement struck Lin Wanxiao like a bolt from the blue.
Her face quickly turned pale, and only after a while did it regain some color. She tried to remain calm as she said, "Let him come, it's got nothing to do with me...He's come to see you, right?"
Yin Weiyin noticed her reaction, knowing that the young widow couldn't let go of her pride. Such a woman, aware of her own feelings yet striving not to care while also fearing to truly ignore them, truly doesn't know what she wants.
"...Where is he?" Lin Wanxiao asked repeatedly when Yin Weiyin stayed silent for a long time, "…Tell me, so I can avoid him."
