The car finally stopped outside a detached courtyard house in a quiet neighborhood on the edge of the old town.
Ivy covered the courtyard walls of the Yu Family Old House, and its wrought-iron gate had an old-fashioned charm. Unlike the imposing grandeur of the Lu Family's old residence, this place was quiet and unpretentious, with an air of peaceful seclusion.
As soon as the car stopped, Lu Shiyan pushed open his door and got out, hurrying through the front courtyard toward the house. Lu Xiaoxiao quickly followed.
The front door stood ajar. Lu Shiyan gently pushed it open and saw that only a warm yellow floor lamp was on in the living room. Its dim light outlined the slight figure curled up on the sofa.
Yu Sangning sat in a corner of the sofa, hugging a cushion and sobbing. She only looked up when she heard them.
Her eyes were badly swollen and red, and the tear tracks on her face had yet to dry. The moment she saw Lu Shiyan, tears spilled uncontrollably again. But she immediately lowered her head and hurriedly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her voice was thick and nasal, catching on sobs she tried to hide. "Why... did you both come...? I'm fine, really..."
The sight of her trying so hard to be strong when she was so fragile made Lu Shiyan's heart clench.
He strode over and pulled her into his arms without hesitation, holding her tightly and resting his chin gently on the top of her head. His voice was low and full of tenderness. "You don't have to say anything... we saw it all."
Lu Xiaoxiao stood nearby, watching them embrace, her own heart aching.
She walked over quietly and sat in the armchair beside them. Rather