Fu Rongyin returned to the old mansion as the sky had already darkened.
Carrying the urn, he had just entered the hall when Xu Zhenwen called out to him.
"How shameful, to actually go to the prison gate and wait for a woman who's been incarcerated!"
Fu Rongyin passed through the vestibule, heading straight upstairs.
"Hold on!" Xu Zhenwen suddenly stopped him. "What is that thing in your hands?"
While speaking, Xu Zhenwen wheeled herself in front of him.
A year ago, she'd been injured by Fu Hanyan in her nerves, unable to stand for long periods—she had depended on a wheelchair ever since.
Fu Rongyin held the urn with both hands, "It's not a thing, it's my woman."
After the shock, Xu Zhenwen yelled angrily, "Chi Yue is dead? She's dead and you still brought her back?"
"She's dead, you knew about this already, didn't you?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what you did."
