Nansong stood behind Yu Jinwen, staring at his tall and straight back like a pine tree. Looking at his cold and stern face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she felt her heart sink to the bottom.,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.。