When Xia Yu returned home after eating dinner, both Shen Yan and Shen Qiang had not returned yet. She was sitting alone on the sofa, watching television. It was a TV series of imperial harem story, but she didn’t pay attention, all she could think of was Chen Wenxuan's words.

Human life was fragile. A person could disappear just like that.

Shen Qiang opened the door and entered. Xia Yu looked at him and turned her head back.

"Did you cry?" Shen Qiang ...