"Sister-in-law, you say Lin Deng and Sister Biyun have been together for three years, right? How can he abandon a three-year relationship just like that, carelessly casting it aside without a thought?" He Dongxue sighed deeply, "Sister Biyun must be heartbroken now. A three-year romance, ceaselessly cast aside in such a short time."
"Definitely," agreed He Zhilan. Her concerns were not unsubstantiable. "When your brother wanted to divorce me, I was distraught. The feelings Jiang Biyun has for Lin Deng are no less than the feelings I had for your brother."
The two, having bought their groceries, sighed on their way back home. Just when they switched their conversation topic to tonight's meal, they were suddenly stopped. To their surprise, it was Lin Deng.
It had only been a few days, but Lin Deng seemed like a different person. His head hung low, he looked as if he had just walked out from a hospital, akin to a beaten eggplant.
