Han Fei watched his wife turn her back to him and fall asleep, always feeling that the gentle and virtuous woman before him had discovered something.
His wife was the person most deeply hurt by Fu Yi. She had known all along about Fu Yi's affairs, but it wasn't until the very end that she fetched a knife from the kitchen. She had always been giving Fu Yi a chance, trying her best to keep the family together.
It wasn't that she hadn't noticed; she simply hadn't said anything.
After sitting for a while, Han Fei slowly lay down. There was a large gap between him and his wife, and half of his body was exposed outside the blanket.
"Still doesn't feel quite right."
Gazing blankly at the ceiling, sleepiness gradually overtook him, and Han Fei tried to close his eyes. But before long, he sat up again.
"Can't sleep! The moment I close my eyes, I feel like a circle of blood-colored papermen are dancing around me!"
