Outside the window.

Shen Jinmo, dressed in a black suit, stood quietly in the corridor, glancing at the heartbroken Lu Zhiwei through the window.

He had never seen her in such pain, so distressed.

The old lady's passing was a huge blow to her.

The woman who hadn't shed a single tear even when pushed off the building by the murderer was now as fragile as a piece of paper, as if she would collapse at the slightest breeze.

Shen Jinmo saw Shen Jiarui in the corridor.

He walked straight over and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing here? This isn't the place for you to join in the fun."

Shen Jiarui turned his head and saw Shen Jinmo, only then remembering that his older brother seemed to be keeping his white moonlight in this sanatorium as well, and he had already regarded this place as his second home.

"Big brother, my sister-in-law and I were racing on the mountain just now. I saw that she was in a bad mood, so I brought her here myself. Is she able to handle this?" Although Shen Jiarui's mouth was sometimes sarcastic, he was soft-hearted and kind.

Shen Jinmo's face was grim, his dark eyes as unfathomable as a cold pool. He glanced at Lu Zhiwei in the ward and said, "Don't underestimate her."

She is stronger than anyone else.

Luo Wuyan caught sight of Shen Jinmo, and without saying a word, rushed over and grabbed Shen Jinmo's tie forcefully, her tone fierce: "You've been in the nursing home, haven't you? Do you know how Grandma's accident happened?"

"I just rushed back from the company, how would I know?" Shen Jingmo pushed Luo Wuyan away, her cold brows furrowed and a hint of anger rising on her face.

Luo Wuyan was, after all, a woman, and with that push, she lost her balance and fell backward.

Shen Jiarui caught her just in time.

Strong arms wrapped around Luo Wuyan's chest.

He seemed to sense a unique softness.

Depend on……

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