Chapter 387

them but seeing this, Ye Feimo frowned and sent him away coldly. He personally picked out clothes for Warm.As the CEO of AN International Group, he had always been involved in jewelry and perfumes, a...Chapter 387

"What did you say" Ye Feimo's eyes widened. He never imagined that such cold-hearted words would come out of her mouth.

She said he wouldn't live long, so she didn't want to waste time on him.

Warm paused and clenched her fists without showing any emotion, "I've said what needed to be said. I hope you can sign above and set us free from each other."

After saying that, she got up and left the restaurant, leaving Ye Feimo alone in the restaurant for a long time.

The divorce agreement in his hand was almost crumpled by him.

Warm fled from the restaurant, staggering into the car. Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak. Cold tears flowed down her face uncontrollably, overwhelming her with pain and despair.

Femo, I'm sorry

I'm sorry

She didn't mean to say those things. She truly didn't.

She wished for Feimo's longevity and happiness more than anyone else did. She didn't want to hurt him with those cruel words. Only heaven knew that while saying them, she stabbed Ye Feimo once but injured herself ten times over in return.

She was also suffering.

Tears flowed through her fingers as Warm's heart bled.

Pushing him away from her life was like cutting a deep wound into her heart, tearing it apart.

She knew that once she said the word "divorce" and spoke such cold-hearted words, she would be overwhelmed with sorrow. But when reality hit, the pain was ten times or even a hundred times worse than what she had imagined.

She is in such pain, and Nie Mo feels the same.

Why would heaven play such a cruel joke on them

"Miss, are you okay" The driver from the Wen family asks with concern.

Wen Wan suppresses her sobs and shakes her head. The driver doesn't know why she's so upset and dares not ask more questions.

She doesn't want to go home and worry her family, so she walks along the riverbank.

The city lights are dazzling, but her heart feels desolate.

Without Ye Nimoh, she will never be happy again. All the joy in her life will come to an end, becoming a memory of the past.

When they got married, she had never thought about ending it.

She sincerely wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ye Nimoh and give each other happiness. Unfortunately, thinking about something is one thing, but reality is another.

Surely she must be cursed because true happiness feels so distant that she dares not even hope for it.

Nimoh, you must hate me now.

You must absolutely despise me.

I also hate myself; I also hate...

The more he used to love her, the more he will hate her now.

"Wen Wan" a familiar voice of surprise rings out beside her. Wen Wan wipes away tears and looks up, only to see Du Di standing before her. He is wearing a set of iron-grey西裝 (suit), looking handsome and graceful. Du Di is the man she has seen who wears suits the best, elegant like an aristocratic youth walking out from a painting. The dazzling lights on the other side of the river serve as his backdrop, making him even more beautiful beyond imagination. Du Di

Why is he here

Wasn't he supposed to be returning to America

Du Di silently warmed the tissues, his eyes filled with tenderness and sympathy. Watching her sit alone and cry at night made him feel heartache from afar; all he wanted was to hold her close and keep pain and sorrow away from her.

Warmth took the tissues, feeling humiliated once again for being seen by him in such a state.

He always appeared when she was at her most miserable or vulnerable.

"Why are you crying" he asked softly, kneeling down in front of her, taking the tissues and helping to wipe away her tears. Warmth felt another wave of bitterness; Du Di should not treat her with such gentleness and depth of feeling—this was wrong.

She could not give him what he desired, so she did not want to offer him any hope.

"It's nothing," Warmth said coolly, taking back the tissues and wiping away her tears on her own.

In Du Di’s eyes was a small figure of her. Warmth dared not look into his deep gaze; she had already refused to walk with Du Di before and cut off his longing for her—so he returned to America.

"Did you come back to do business" Warmth asked, forcing herself to laugh as she suppressed the sadness of the divorce deep in her heart.

Du Di stood up and sat beside her. He wanted to say yes but instead replied, "No."

Du Di paused for a moment, gazing at the dazzling lights across the river, "I used to not like A City; I rarely returned here before, thinking there was nothing special about it and never considering it my hometown. But recently, I often come back whenever I have free time. It’s been nearly thirty years since I started falling in love with my hometown.

Because his beloved girl is here.

"People always end up loving their hometown; some start to love it from the moment they’re born, while others only come to love it later in life—it’s just a matter of time," Warmth said.

Du Di didn’t explain further but gazed at her with tenderness. This was the place where Warmth had taken him for a walk; he knew she loved this spot very much, and wherever she liked, he began to cherish as well.

He still harbored a glimmer of hope that he might run into her here, and unexpectedly, it really happened.

Compared to their last meeting, she had lost even more weight this time.

She looked much more haggard as well.

"Dudi, is what you said the last time still valid" Warmth asked. Her voice was shattered by the evening breeze along the riverbank; only faint echoes reached him, making his heartache with sorrow.

"Do you mean taking me away from here"

“Yes.”

Dudi smiled and said, "Valid. Always valid."

No matter when, as long as she asked him to, he would take her away.

Warmth looked at him, and Dudi couldn't help but reach out to stroke her face softly, saying, "Whether you see me as temporary support or use me to escape, or find a fleeting shelter, it doesn’t matter. If you want anything from me, I will fulfill your wishes."

As long as he was capable, he would be willing to give her everything she desired.

Warmth was slightly moved and said, "Thank you."

"It's nothing. I owe you," Dudi answered honestly. The Du family owed the Dragon family.

Warmth shook her head, saying, "You don't owe me anything, really, absolutely nothing."

Dudi did not argue with Warmth; if she said he didn’t owe her anything, then that was fine. He knew exactly what it meant in his heart.

"I've already prepared and signed the divorce agreement. Once Nie Mo signs it, the divorce will be finalized." Warmth said this, unable to stop her eyes from reddening again; Dudi felt deeply pained for her. Her voice was hoarse with aching sorrow that made speaking almost impossible, "I don't want a divorce, especially not now when Nie Mo is sick and seriously ill. Although Mom says he'll be fine because good doctors will perform surgery on him, ensuring his survival, I wonder if it's my fault that Nie Mo fell so gravely ill in the first place. His stomach was originally just bad, but with proper recuperation, there shouldn’t have been any problems. Yet he developed gastric cancer. If the curse is real and Nie Mo won't live past 30 years old, then might this surgery be his last chance If I stay by him, it could very well be my final time to see Nie Mo after the operation. I'm so scared. I fear even the best doctors can’t overcome the curse. I’m afraid human strength is no match for fate.ings were very quiet, with only faint lights casting a glow over the balcony. Ren Warm lowered her head and was silent for a moment before finally shaking her head.The next evening, Ren Mom returned h...