The former wifeapos;

Yu Jin's brow furrowed, her usually cold eyes softened slightly upon seeing the redness in his eyes, before they narrowed once more.,In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.,From the moment he was pulled out of hell, to now, I have silently watched over him for ten years, devoted myself to him for ten years. How many decades are there in a person's life。