Nansong stood behind Yu Jinwen, staring at his tall and straight back like a pine tree. Looking at his cold and stern face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she felt her heart sink to the bottom.,In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.,Nan Song flipped directly to the last page and saw Xi's signature. His eyes flashed, and he gently rubbed the name "Yu Jinwen" with his fingertips, his nose stinging.。