She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.,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.,Nan Song flipped directly to the last page and saw Xi's signature. His eyes flashed, and he gently rubbed the name "Yu Jinwen" with his fingertips, his nose stinging.。