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Ye Feimo raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Anya. Then he got up. Cheng Anya thought that Ye Feimo would follow her, but to her surprise, Ye Feimo went upstairs instead. For over ten days now, he hadn't said a single word to Wēn Nuǎnhéng.

Wen Nuanheng wouldn't see him, and he didn’t dare to see her either.

He was afraid of seeing the disdain in her eyes. He finally understood how heartbroken Wen Nuanheng had been when he said those angry words that day.

Cheng Anya smiled; Ye Feimo had finally come to his senses.

Mrs. Wēn always worried, but Cheng Anya said, "It's fine. They’ll have to face each other eventually. It’s not possible for them to never see each other their whole lives. Some things are better off being said sooner rather than later."

Wen Nuanheng was looking at the lilies beside her when she heard someone open the door. She thought it was Mrs. Wēn, but upon turning her head, she saw Ye Feimo instead. Her eyes froze for a moment before she quickly turned away. She had never seen Ye Feimo look so disheveled and emaciated, as if he had been knocked down by something and now moved cautiously and uneasily with an air of uncertainty. Wen Nuanheng didn’t want to see him, just like how Ye Feimo regretted ever seeing her that day.

Ye Feimo sat down beside her bed, staring blankly at Wen Nuanheng. He finally had the courage to face her, but his sense of guilt was even stronger now. If he hadn’t acted on impulse and pushed her away, they wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

"I'm sorry!" Despite a thousand words swirling in his mind, he didn't know what to say at that moment. All he could muster was an apology, but it felt so inadequate.

Wen Nuanheng remained silent, her gaze lost outside the window as if she had emptied out all of her soul.

Ye Feimo hoped Wen Nuanheng would say something to him. He’d rather see a look of disdain on her face than this coldness that made them seem like strangers with no connection at all.

"No matter what went wrong, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have acted impulsively and pushed you away. I know there’s no point in saying anything now. Wēn Nuǎnhéng, I truly am really sorry." Ye Feimo said hoarsely, trying his best to get her to look back at him.

He reached out to grab her hand; the moment he touched it, she withdrew and pulled the blanket over herself. Ye Feimo froze, slowly retracting his hand. Did that mean she didn’t want him touching her even a little

Had he really disappointed her so much

In the heat of the moment, he was too lazy to think about who was right or wrong.

Stimulated by anger and losing his mind, he said many unpleasant things and even told her that she wasn't as good as Han Bi.

In a fit of grief and rage, he accidentally pushed her, causing her to miscarry and kill their child.

Every time he thought about it, he wished that time could start all over again.

If time could be reversed, he would rather die than push her away.

If he had given her a bit more trust, after his reckless driving, he would have listened carefully to her explanation and investigated the matter first. Instead of immediately sentencing her, if he had trusted her more, in seven months' time, he could have seen their little princess born.

The trust between him and her was so fragile that it couldn't withstand a piece of white paper or an untruthful sentence.

If he hadn't heard Fang Liucheng's ambiguous words over the phone at that moment, perhaps his trust in her would have been greater. Despite Ye Feimo's remorse and self-reproach, the tragedy had already occurred and could not be remedied.

He unwittingly gained it but then lost it silently.

His child...

He became the executioner.

Coldness was the greatest harm in a relationship, like an unbridgeable chasm between them. He could only look at her cold profile, wanting to get closer but not daring to do so.

This feeling he had never experienced before.

He encountered the most difficult problem and didn't know how to handle it.

"Are you hating me to death"

Warming clenched her fist, suppressing the words she wanted to say. Ye Feimo's eyes were red but no tears fell; suddenly, he forcefully turned Warming’s shoulder around, "Look at me and say something."

Warming’s gaze did not turn towards Ye Feimo; even as she faced him, her eyes seemed to look right through him, seeing nothing in particular. Her pupils lacked focus, which frightened Ye Feimo deeply.

She had abandoned him.

Warming no longer wanted him.

Ye Feimo’s hand was trembling, his fingertips shaking uncontrollably as he choked on the words in his throat. He suddenly reached out and tightly embraced her, tears welling up but unable to fall. The fear of losing her was like an endless night without any light, quickly overwhelming him.

He didn’t want to lose Warming.

He couldn’t afford to lose Warming.

Even if she stabbed him right now, he would have no regrets; all he hoped was that she wouldn't leave him. He truly knew his mistakes.

"Warming, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

No matter how many apologies he offered, Warming did not utter a single word in return.

His expression was utterly dejected as he slowly descended the stairs. Step by step, each one slow and heavy, as though the death of the child and Warming’s coldness had stripped away fifty years of his life; his gait instantly aged.

Cheng Anya saw him about to collapse at any moment and was extremely worried, unable to help but support him.

She quickly bade farewell to Aunt Wen before taking Ye Feimo out of the Wen family home. Ye Feimo clutched his head in agony; Warming had given him a death sentence and refused to give him another chance, leaving him with no hope for happiness henceforth.

Seven years ago, he lost Han Bi and was filled with sorrow and anger, giving up on himself.

Seven years later, he is about to lose Warmth and feels like dying from the pain, becoming a living corpse.

Suddenly, he realizes that nothing matters to him except for Warmth, who is the happiness he must cling to in his life. Her joy is his joy, her happiness is his happiness.

When they got married, he said he would take good care of and love her all his life.

But what did he actually do

The person who hurt her most was him.

It was him who pushed them both into the depths of suffering.

Ye Feimo covered his face with his hands. Even for Cheng Anya, he didn’t want her to see his current despair and hopelessness. Will Heaven give him another chance He truly cannot live without Warmth.

"Mommy, what should I do" Ye Feimo asked.

Cheng Anya was heartbroken. From childhood until now, Ye Feimo had always been a decisive child who handled his own affairs very well; even after Han Bi’s passing several years ago, he quickly recovered on the surface.

Her son would never speak to her in such a pained tone, asking "Mommy, what should I do"

Yes, what should he do

She also wanted to know: What can her son do His love for Warmth had reached an unhealthy state; she could not bear the thought of him losing Warmth and doing something drastic.rming noticed there were indeed very few people in the evening.This was because they only catered for ten tables a day, most of which were occupied during daytime hours, leaving little room for evenin...