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.,Until their shadow completely disappeared, Nan Song slumped down as if all his strength had left him. Tears silently flowed from his eyelids, hugging himself tightly, he felt a deep chill.,Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.。