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Separated by a door, in the darkness, Ji Weiyang leaned against the living room's sofa and lit up a cigarette with his fingertip. He frowned as he smoked. There was a trace of melancholy between his brows. His pair of starry eyes that were as deep as the sea hid too many worries.

The next morning, the sky was bright.

Zhan Yan crawled up from the bed, his body aching in pain. The silk covering her body slipped and revealed her naked body. A large part of the skin on her chest was covered in blue kisses.

The room was empty. The silence was suffocating. Zhan Yan hugged the blanket on her body tightly, and revealed a mocking smile from the corner of her mouth.

He was rather carefree. At midnight, the sun had risen. Many times, Zhan Yan felt that she was no different from a prostitute, but a prostitute had a price, she could only let him sleep for free.

Zhan Yan put on her clothes and got off the bed, then walked into the kitchen with a pair of cloth slippers. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet, poured two yellow pills into her mouth from the white bottle, and poured half a cup of warm water. The white bottle was thrown back into the medicine box. The label said vitamin C, but only Zhan Yan knew that it was filled with contraceptives.

Zhan Yan leaned her back against the glass wall and powerlessly closed her eyes. The black and white images kept appearing in her mind, as though it was a movie.

Gao Yuxuan's betrayal, Ji Weiyang's entrance while she was still in the air, and also … He kneeled in front of her among the flowers and bushes and said to her: Zhan Yan, let's get married. Let me use my life to carry your happiness. The happiness in his words made her yearn for it, but after walking around for three years, Zhan Yan finally understood how serendipitous happiness was.

Regarding this marriage, it wasn't that Zhan Yan didn't have any expectations, but all of these were broken by him on the night of her wedding. He hugged her tightly and called out the name of 'Lu Anqi' non-stop while she was still half drunk and half awake. Only then did she realize that there had always been another woman in his heart.

With tears in her eyes, she opened the curtain and blinked her eyes.

Today, without any surgery, Zhan Yan liked to do household chores during breaks.

When Ji Weiyang pushed open the door and entered, the scene in front of him was extremely warm and warm. Zhan Yan's house clothes were all over, and he used a silk handkerchief to tie up his long hair behind his head. She squatted down on the ground and earnestly wiped the walnut coloured floor. Sunlight streamed in through the French windows and fell on her, warm. Her expression was very focused, and she did not even notice his existence.

Actually, at the very beginning when Zhan Yan lived here, Ji Weiyang had invited a lot of servants to help her with his cooking, cleaning the rooms, and taking care of the garden. However, each and every one of those people were fired by Zhan Yan, so she took care of all the household chores by himself.

Zhan Yan was just too lonely. Only by keeping herself busy would Zhan Yan be able to feel that she truly existed, and not just a puppet.