Yvette walked through the long corridor. As soon as she got out, she saw Lance sitting in a wheelchair in the crowd, looking weak.

His high nose bridge and profound features made him stand out. Lance was thinner, so the clothes he wore in the past were a little loose.

Yvette’s eyes felt sore and moist.

Those long-suppressed grievances and longing seemed to have found an outlet.

She had the urge to rush over to him.

Her husband was right there, and she would be with him for the rest of her l