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.,From the moment he was pulled out of hell, to now, I have silently watched over him for ten years, devoted myself to him for ten years. How many decades are there in a person's life。