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.,Her face was pale and sickly, as if she could disappear from this world at any moment. She was completely lost in Yu Jinwen, her voice barely a whisper, "Jin Ge, Miss Lu...",From the moment he was pulled out of hell, to now, I have silently watched over him for ten years, devoted myself to him for ten years. How many decades are there in a person's life。