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.,Nan Song choked out the words from deep within her throat, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and hope.,Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”。