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The news of Nuwan deciding to divorce quickly spread throughout the Wen family. Father Wen couldn't help but blame her, not understanding her at all. Nuwan had no way to explain and silently accepted her father's rebuke. Mother Wen didn't say anything, only quietly shedding tears.

She knew that she had hurt her parents' hearts. She insisted on getting a divorce for her own reasons but couldn’t tell them about it. Bearing all the pain alone, she silently swallowed her own despair.

When Wen Qing learned of this, she didn't have any special reaction and simply said, "Sis, just don't do anything you'll regret."

That's right, don't regret it.

After Nuwan handed the divorce agreement to Ye Nimo, her days were tough. She would shut herself in her room all day long and never went out, nor did she visit Ye Nimo. She knew that with Cheng Anya and Young Master Ye around, Ye Nimo could quickly bounce back.

He was such a strong person; he definitely would accept this fact.

With this comfort in mind, Nuwan seemed to be doing better. From the news, it was clear that Ye Nimo wasn't doing well either. The media found out about their divorce and brazenly asked Ye Nimo questions about his marriage at an event he attended.

The question was very direct. When Nuwan saw the news, Ye Nimo had no expression on his face, showing nothing, which was terrifying in its blankness. Zhang Ling stepped in to smooth things over; those reporters were afraid of him and didn't dare act too brazenly. The next day's news was much more tactful than their usual sensationalism.

Cai Xiaoqing, Chen Xueru, and Tang Mandong had all tried to talk Nuwan out of the divorce. These few women were her close friends; their husbands or brothers were good friends with Ye Nimo, so it made sense for them to try to persuade her.

Nuwan listened to what they said without getting upset. She knew that these people were only trying to help her, especially Chen Xueru.

Chen Xueru said that being able to marry someone was a blessing, and having the chance to spend life together was another blessing; it would be foolish to waste such good fortune bestowed by heaven. Solving problems in a marriage didn't necessarily mean getting divorced.

Nuwan knew this as well but didn't know how to explain it to them, so she remained silent.

Her nature had become very quiet after the curse incident; all her worries were bottled up inside her heart. This was a stark contrast with her past cheerful and lively self. Cai Xiaoqing noticed this change but couldn't figure out why.

This morning when Nuwan woke up, it was overcast with dark clouds hanging heavily in the sky, as if a large black rock had been placed on everyone's hearts. Nuwan smiled bitterly; even the weather seemed to be matching her mood now.

Three days had passed, and Ye Nimo hadn't given her any response. He neither said he would divorce nor said that he wouldn't. The divorce agreement she handed him was like a stone cast into the sea, with no trace of it left. Nuwan wanted to call Ye Nimo to ask about his thoughts but was afraid of hearing his voice.

Although he didn't give her any message, Ye Feimo sent a bouquet of flowers to her place every day.

He rarely ever sent her flowers.

He always felt that sending flowers was such a foolish and clumsy thing to do, so he had only done it a few times.

This time, however, instead of the flowers she liked most, he sent red roses, symbolizing love.

For three consecutive days, he sent 999 of them.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen saw all this with pain in their hearts; Ye Feimo was determined to win her back so much that even a man as stoic as him would go to such lengths. It showed how much he loved warmth.

However, Warm remained unmoved, as if the flowers had nothing to do with her.

S/he didn't want to hear Ye Feimo's voice, so she sent a text message instead.

No point in wasting your effort.

Ye Feimo did not reply to her at all.

That day, she was preoccupied with thoughts and couldn’t focus on anything.

In the afternoon, the weather turned for the worse. Thunderstorms broke out; it poured heavily. It rarely rained so hard in A City. The dazzling lightning seemed to tear apart the dark sky and also appeared as if it were retaliating against the world.

It was terrifyingly abnormal.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen went up the mountain to check on their factory but got stuck there by the heavy rain, so they had no choice but to spend the night at a villa on the mountain. Wen Jing was playing video games in her room while Warm was alone and frightened; she tried sleeping but couldn’t fall asleep, so she had to go to the living room.

With such thunderous lightning, of course one couldn't watch TV or surf the internet. All that Warm could do was play games on her tablet.

The phone rang.

She felt a shiver when she saw the caller ID, recognizing Ye Feimo's number.

He finally called. But it was on such a stormy day. Warmth hesitated for a moment before answering the call. The other end was deathly silent; she couldn't tell if the thunder and rain sounds were coming through the phone or from outside.

Another clap of thunder echoed, as though striking her heart, causing her to tremble.

"Is there really no chance for reconciliation" Ye Feimo asked. His voice was broken by the sound of the rain, carrying a hint of coldness that Warmth heard clearly, making her eyes sting with tears.

"Feimo, when love ends, it's over. You must stop clinging to it," Warmth said in an icy tone, as if she were a great person. She hated this indifferent version of herself.

There was another long silence. Warmth watched the old clock in the living room ticking away, her heart pounding with unease. Rain continued pouring down the phone line—where exactly was Ye Feimo calling from

Was it near a window

This kind of stormy weather made making calls very dangerous.

The last time she saw an incident like this in the news, someone had been struck by lightning and killed while talking on their phone during a storm.

Suddenly worried, she thought about what would happen if something went wrong, even though he was inside.

She feared curses for being so mysterious.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up," Warmth said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to end the call quickly. Ye Feimo suddenly called out to stop her; hesitating, she didn't put down the phone.

"Why are you being so ruthless" Ye Feimo demanded, his voice not sounding very stern due to the rain.

"People often act this way," Warmth said coolly. "Human nature is selfish—I can't waste my time waiting for a cancer patient. I don't have that kind of patience. Think of me as heartless and ruthless if you want, but in reality, Feimo, our personalities just aren’t compatible. We'll eventually divorce anyway—sooner or later it's the same result. Why waste time"

"What if my illness gets better Are you so sure I’ll die" Ye Feimo countered with a voice tinged by rain, sounding somewhat pitiful and pleading. "If my surgery is successful, will we still divorce then"

Warmth felt tears welling up at this question, hurriedly covering her mouth and nose until she could breathe again. "No—it doesn't matter if your surgery succeeds or not. I won’t take you back. Ye Feimo, you got sick for someone else; how can I bear it Do you really enjoy ruining yourself And what will happen to you once I leave Don’t be immature—I didn’t expect anything from you. You should know that Han Bi caused all this suffering—why should I have to deal with the consequences At the end of the day, the person who’s most hurt and cares about me is not you—it's as simple as that. So our marriage is definitely over; these words have been on my mind for a long time. You don’t need to do anything for me now—we’ve run out of luck.

"So, as long as I get better, you won't divorce me" Ye Feimo seemed to have ignored the warm words. He clung onto what she had implied, that tiny bit of hope she gave him, and hoped it wouldn’t be in vain. Thus, he refused to hear anything else she said or any other reasons. With a near obsessive belief, he thought that as long as the surgery was successful, Warm would not divorce him.

Warm felt pierced by countless arrows, her voice filled with intense pain: "Why can't you understand what I'm saying I've told you already; regardless of everything else, I want a divorce. What difference does it make if your operation is successful The doctors have said that the chance of recurrence is very high, and even if the surgery is successful, you might only live for a few more years. Do you want me to be constantly worried and afraid Ye Feimo, don’t be foolish. I won't change my mind; I am indeed such an indifferent and selfish woman. So, why not just sign the divorce papers cleanly Stop wasting words or else I'll think that you can't bear to lose. A mere woman has reduced you to this state—what's so special about that"

Dead silence...

After Warm spoke her insincere words, there was a moment of dead silence...

The only sounds in her ears were those of thunder and rain; she couldn’t hear anything else. The world seemed to be filled with her coldness, which now came back to haunt her. Her body ached all over.

Her heart was desperately saying sorry to Ye Feimo.

She had always believed herself to be someone with a mild temperament, but she realized that she could become this venomous and say such hurtful words now. Her heart was weeping, dripping blood.

Femo, let’s divorce quickly; please agree to it.

Otherwise, she didn’t know what other cruel things she might say, and she truly did not want that to happen.

Ye Feimo hung up the phone. Warm blew her nose and cried loudly.

Wen Jing stood at the staircase entrance, looking at her sister with a heavy heart. She loved her so much but why was it so complicated Why would two deeply loving people hurt each other like this

She truly didn’t understand how love could be so painful.

Wen Jing walked down the stairs, gently hugging Warm: "Sister, stop crying. Everything will pass."

Even though she did not know what was happening and everyone seemed to blame her sister, Wen Jing still believed that there must be a reason behind her actions.

Warm wanted some peace and quiet without being disturbed. As expected of the ever-supportive Wen Jing, who then went upstairs.

However, as she was about to pull down the curtains, Wen Jing saw Ye Feimo holding a bouquet of roses standing in the pouring rain. She drew in a sharp breath...how can they say such things Chuchu is really too uncouth. She’s supposed to be on our side, yet she’s a member of the Mafia."Fang Jiaqi said indifferently, "This has nothing to do with Chuchu."Jujuan...