ly see her as a proper person, but I didn't expect her to be like this.""You know the face but not the heart. But she doesn't even know to look in the mirror and see what an old woman she's become, ye...After all, there isn't a single piece of clothing in her closet.

Aunt Mo let out a disapproving click of her tongue, then turned and walked toward the door. "Looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

Xu Da opened his mouth to speak, but there was no one in sight.

Oh no, I think I said something wrong again.

......

The rain was coming down harder now, but Shen Yian cared nothing for it. She rummaged through the trash can like a madwoman.

This was already her third dumpster, but besides finding all sorts of smelly household trash, she hadn't found anything else.

At that moment, she saw at the bottom of the trash can a garbage bag identical to the one from Song Lin's house.

Red border, pull tab, so far she has only seen two companies with similar styles.

This must be it!

Shen Yian reached out to grab the trash bag without thinking, but as soon as his hand touched it, he was pricked by something sharp inside the bag.

"Ah!"

She screamed and when she raised her hand, her palm was already cut, blood streaming from the wound.

Blood mingled with rainwater, sliding across the ground, quickly diluting everything.

She covered her wound and peeked inside. Something in the garbage bag had poked a hole, spilling out its contents: a broken glass figurine, not her high heels.

The pain made her numb. She stared at the vast expanse of rain, a sense of powerlessness washing over her heart.

She didn't know what to do, what she should do.

The entire person collapsed onto the ground, surrounded by a stench. She glanced at it with a pale face, inexplicably remembering Song Lin's words.

My house doesn't need trash.

What is the difference between her and trash now

Why is she disliked by the whole world even though she hasn't done anything wrong

Thinking about this, Shen Yian lowered his head, letting the rain trickle down his hair.

A moment later, the rain on top of his head seemed to stop. Shen Yian was stunned and looked up. A muscular man with an eight-pack abs appeared above his head with an umbrella.

"Get up."

She wasn't sure if she was hearing things, but she thought she heard Song Lin's voice.

She was blinded by the rain, able to only squint at the person slowly crouching down.

It really is Song Lin.

Song Lin glanced at her, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, then shoved the umbrella into her uninjured hand. He then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and lowered his head to wipe the wound on her palm.

"I'm sorry." Song Lin's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't as cold as usual. Instead, it was exceptionally solemn.

"...."

Shen Yian stared blankly at Song Lin.

He quickly bandaged her wound, helped her back to the edge, and then wrapped her tightly in his own coat.

He flicked up his sleeve and stood back in the rain.

"I'm here."

Hearing this, Shen Yian came back to his senses and reached out to grab Song Lin, but he grasped at empty air.

Song Lin rolled up his sleeves and directly flipped the trash can over on the ground, then checked each item inside one by one.

After Shen Yi'an left, she put all the high heels back in their places just as they were, without any trace of disgust.

At that moment, two security guards drove up in their patrol car and approached them with menacing looks.

What are you doingg, do you think I can still be with you if your mother morally blackmails me at the company Besides, what both you and your mother said is true. I'm married." Shen Yi'an emphasized again helplessly."I...