The former wifeapos;

Nansong stood behind Yu Jinwen, staring at his tall and straight back like a pine tree. Looking at his cold and stern face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she felt her heart sink to the bottom.,The two hands hanging by his side clenched into fists silently, trembling.,Nan Song flipped directly to the last page and saw Xi's signature. His eyes flashed, and he gently rubbed the name "Yu Jinwen" with his fingertips, his nose stinging.。