Chapter 295: Letting Go

waited for Lin Ning to challenge him. The Beauty considered the situation and said, "Forget it.""Brother, let's set this in stone. This year you and your sister-in-law will take me along; I want to ma...Chapter 295: Letting Go

"Fei Mo is different. He pays attention to every move I make and cares about my joys and sorrows. Although I chase after him, it doesn't feel as unattainable as before; he waits for me, allowing me to catch up with him. I can cry freely in front of him or laugh without restraint, and I also let him see the worst side of myself. When he is unhappy, I am unhappy too, unconsciously wanting to understand and care about him, always wanting to give him my best. Never before have I felt this way, as if he were me, and we are one inseparable entity. At that time when you didn't love me, I constantly encouraged myself to try harder so that you would fall in love with me. But now, if Fei Mo no longer loves me, I can't imagine what kind of person I'd become. Perhaps this is the difference between unrequited and mutual love."

"You made me realize there exists beautiful love in this world. When I was still naive, you led me into it. However, Ye Feimo brought me to that world, allowing me to experience all the bittersweet aspects of love. These are two different feelings, or rather two stages of emotional development. Some people have the good fortune to encounter only one person in their lives who leads them in and out. But others just get led in but never truly enter."

With a warm and sweet smile: "Brother Liucheng, I hope you will meet someone who truly makes you happy. Yes, you will definitely find her. Then, you'll be grateful that I left you. Back then, I thought I had fallen in love with you, and I would never fall for anyone else. But eventually, I fell for Ye Feimo. So, when it comes to matters of the heart, one can't really predict."

"Nuannuan," Fang Liucheng listened quietly; her words filled his dark world with a ray of sunshine. "Nuannuan, thank you. And my blessings are with you."

Thanking her for having loved him wholeheartedly.

He had lost because he didn't cherish what he had.

"Likewise." Nuannuan smiled and hung up the phone. A great weight lifted off her heart, bringing a sense of relief. She was glad to be free from this burden when suddenly she saw Ye Feimo standing at the entrance of the flower house with his arms crossed as he watched her.

Her face flushed red like an explosion had gone off, and she abruptly stood up. Against the backdrop of white magnolias, her cheeks were even more like peach blossoms in March.

"Why are you eavesdropping on my phone call" Warmth was flustered and pretended to be fierce, glaring at him.

Ye Feimo leaned against the door, tall and handsome. The light from the greenhouse cast a thin layer of jade color over his face; in the glow of the lights and flowers, his appearance became more refined. His dark eyes held a smile, his lips curved up in a smirk that seemed both triumphant and satisfied, making him extremely alluring. Warmth blushed under his gaze, her heart pounding wildly.

He had laid out an invisible web of love around her; she was gradually being ensnared by it from every direction, surrounded by his intense gazes. He had confined her within boundaries he drew himself, leaving no escape.

Ye Feimo loosened his grip and walked over with a smile, gently stroking her cheek. His eyes were tender to the point of dripping with affection.

Avoiding his gaze, she dared not look at him, afraid that one glance would lead her to fall deeply into it. Ye Feimo lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes; within his dark pupils was her reflection, and she saw a shy and uneasy version of herself.

"Nuan Nuan, say it again," Ye Feimo said softly, his voice tinged with seduction that made Warmth's heart quiver as if tiny electric currents were running through it, sending shivers down her spine.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, like a fever was rising.

It was one thing to love him in secret, but saying it out loud made her shy and uneasy, feeling as though she had never properly confessed her feelings to him.

"You're bullying me."

"Say it again, say that you love me." Ye Feimo said in a deep voice. His restrained tone added a bewitching charm, making Warmth feel as though she had been tightly ensnared by him.

"I love you, Ye Feimo," Warmth bravely met his affectionate gaze, enunciating each word clearly, "Very much, very much."

A slow smile began to curve on the corners of Ye Feimo's lips. The depths of his dark eyes gradually softened with amusement, deepening as if he had received an affirmation and encouragement, or perhaps it was because she was his unparalleled treasure.

His smile resembled white magnolias blooming in the night, elegant yet fragrant. Warmth always thought Ye Feimo's laughter carried a deadly allure akin to that of poppies, but now she realized he could also smile so purely and brilliantly, exuding genuine contentment and joy from his very core. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the delight emanating from him.

She was happy; it made her heart swell that someone like her could make him smile this way.

Ye Feimo lowered his head gently, softly capturing her lips in a tender, intoxicating kiss.

The lights flickered, and flowers bloomed. Two hearts entwined tightly with mutual adoration, merging into one beyond distinction.

Han Bi sat alone on the open balcony of the villa's third floor drinking alcohol without makeup. Her skin was fair and she remained captivatingly beautiful and alluring as ever. With her big wavy hair cascading down her shoulders and wearing a large white shirt that exposed her straight, smooth legs, she had an indescribable allure under the moonlight.

She was sensual, beautiful, yet somewhat decadent, almost tempting others to commit sins.

Any man who sees such a vividly beautiful woman would be captivated by her charm and willingly submit to her.

Her beauty surpasses words; her sensuality emanates from the core, making her incredibly alluring.

The moonlight cast a thin veil of paleness and coldness over her face. Her eyelashes were glistening with tears, and two empty wine bottles lay at her feet. Wine stains also marred her white shirt.

She had drunk quite a bit but was not drunk. Han Bì wore a faint mocking smile on her lips, though it was unclear what she was mocking. Linda walked over and snatched the bottle from her hand, saying, "Han Bì, stop drinking! No matter how sad you are, Second Young Master Ye cannot see this; don't hurt yourself further."

Han Bì let out a series of bitter chuckles and reclaimed the wine bottle. She sneered, "Mind your own business; nobody should meddle with mine."

Linda was furious but at a loss for words to reprimand her. "Is it really worth this much over a little warmth Is this still the Han Bì I know You're so proud and confident; how could you let yourself be affected by such trivial matters She's nothing, not even a fraction of what you are. Why do you still harbor resentment toward her"

Han Bì raised her head to take another swig of liquor. "Yes, she is nothing, far from being my equal; but Fei Mo likes her. He harbors feelings for her, and I can never go back to the way things were."

She gave a bitter smile and raised the bottle again, drinking deeply in hopes of drowning herself in alcohol, disregarding everything else. At least in her dreams, she could still be that innocent girl who struggled daily just to survive, schemed for fame, and stood firm on her principles without compromising.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！