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Mommy, let's go. Fei Mo’s car should be arriving soon," Xu Nu said and shouted to the dance floor, "Ye Kelan, Ye Tianyu, it's time to head home."Just as Xu Nu finished speaking, a teenage boy of aroun...511

She was even more afraid of Ye Feimo in this state, always dreading that something bad might happen to him. The calmer he appeared to be, the more fearful she became.

No matter how dazzling his exterior looked, his inner self had already rotted away.

What was most terrifying was that this decay happened silently and unnoticed by others.

By the time it was noticed, it might be too late for any remedy.

The Third Young Master Ye brought a glass of juice to Cheng Anya and glanced at the TV. "Stop watching. It's just stressful."

Cheng Anya didn't know how to respond either. She took the cantaloupe juice, drank it, and said, "Don’t you worry about Feimo being in this state Look at him now; I really fear that one day we’ll have to go to the police station to identify a body."

"Can't you be less exaggerated"

"How am I exaggerating" Cheng Anya countered, "I wish there were a bug in his pocket so I could know 24/7 what he's doing and if he’s safe. He hasn’t reacted at all to such an important event; is that normal"

The Third Young Master Ye snorted. “He was never normal since childhood, how can you expect him to react normally”

"Shut up!" Cheng Anya couldn't help but snap back. She didn’t believe the Third Young Master Ye wasn’t worried about his son; men always spoke differently from what they thought in their hearts. Clearly he was just as anxious about his son as she was, yet he put on an indifferent face—did it really make him feel ashamed to admit that he cared for his child

But then again, perhaps separating them might be better for both of them. She hoped Feimo would realize this and her heart would find some solace; next month Ningning and Xu Nuo were coming back, and the family could be together happily, which might help Feimo get back on his feet.

Ye Ningyuan’s transition work was nearing its end. The first terrorist organization had officially been taken over by Cai Cai, and Xu Nuo had already resigned from her position as the highest anti-terrorism investigator. She stayed in America waiting for Ye Ningyuan's matters to be settled before returning together.

The Third Young Master Ye frowned. "First, worry about his surgery."

When Cheng Anya heard this, her heart sank. Baiye had called them and given just one sentence: they needed to mentally prepare themselves; Feimo’s situation wasn’t optimistic… Cheng Anya didn't hide the truth from Ye Feimo but told him honestly, hoping he could be prepared.

If Baiye said it wasn't optimistic, then it definitely wasn't optimistic.

The situation was very grim.

Just thinking about this, Cheng Anya felt hatred towards Han Bi for the first time, as well as regret over her past hesitation in dealing with Ye Feimo earlier. Sometimes she even blamed herself for choosing an inappropriate approach; if she had chosen a more tactful method, maybe Feimo would have been easier to accept it.

"I’ve already lost my daughter, I don’t want to lose my son…" Cheng Anya muttered to herself, causing the Third Young Master Ye’s heartache.

Hailan and Feimo…

The scenes of them playing around as children seemed to still be in their living room. Cheng Anya couldn’t bear to change the furniture layout there, unable to help but think about Hailan every time she saw something reminiscent of her; although they didn't mention it explicitly, both of them knew that losing Hailan was a wound that would never heal.

Fearing upsetting Ye Ningyuan and Xu Nuo’s hearts, Cheng Anya dared not show any signs of sorrow.

Now Feimo faced another life-threatening situation, easily stirring up the pain in Cheng Anya's heart.

This kind of person had long been accustomed to dealing with death during their youth and was no longer afraid. They were mentally prepared for it, but how could they easily accept death when it came to someone so dear to them

Hailan’s thirteen years with them left wounds that a lifetime couldn’t heal; let alone Feimo…

"Don’t worry, there will be a turn for the better."

Cheng Anya sighed and hoped so.

Ye Feimo was also watching the press conference live stream. He watched from his study on the 45th floor of Mingcheng Tower, with curtains blocking out the indoor lighting, leaving everything dark. The makeup on the live stream was heavy to hide her exhaustion.

From start to finish, she didn’t shed a single tear and didn't blame anyone either.

Faced with so much negative news—rumors, scandals, divorce, contract termination—all actresses would cry as part of their act. Yet, Wenran did not.

The entire time, she maintained a faint smile; when a journalist asked why she was divorcing, Wenran smiled and said it was because of personality incompatibility.

Personality incompatibility made for a good excuse. Many people used this reason to divorce, as it seemed believable. As for Wenran, the same applied; this reason was the most convincing for addressing the rumors about their divorce. He never wanted to respond to these speculations with even a single word.

He was very clear that he and Wenran were over.

Even if he didn't want to accept it, he had no choice but to.

Words laced with coldness still echoed in his ears. With a broken body and no chance of reconciliation, why prolong the inevitable

To make things easier for her was all that mattered now.

This relationship had been nothing short of arduous, filled with pain yet also joy.

Just as he told Nuwan, even if it meant exhaustion and hardship, he would willingly endure it. But Nuwan could never understand such willingness.

The moments they spent together were mostly happy and joyful compared to the fatigue and sorrow.

But during this period, he experienced every conceivable emotion—sweetness, bitterness, pain, and hopelessness.

He finally understood that nothing is more tragic than a dead heart.

The pain couldn't be alleviated by drowning in drink and dreams because it constantly overwhelmed his rationality.

In moments of extreme agony, no tears could flow.

When one was grieving, there were no emotions left to feel.

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"I will bless him forever and thank him for the brightest year of my life," Nuwan said this at the press conference. These words stabbed Yi Feimo's heart deeply.

Blessing...

Do you even know what blessing means

This is your idea of a blessing, Nuwan You are truly cold-hearted.

In this moment, he hated her.

Hates the warmth deeply, but never hated Han Bi; he was just angry about her departure. As for the warmth... love and hate intertwined, even he himself couldn't tell whether it was more love or more hatred.

This wasn't just her most splendid year, but also his most splendid one.

One year of splendor, a hundred years of darkness.

Perhaps, this is the fate between them.

When they broke up this time, he didn't argue or show any emotional fluctuations, yet he couldn’t deceive himself.

This wounded heart bled every moment.

Every moment, he longed for the woman who had hurt him.

In a relationship between a man and a woman, whoever gives more is the one who gets hurt.

He brought this upon himself.

If only he hadn't loved so much

Ye Feimo let out an odd laugh. He would never love again.

Nor would he ever be happy again.

Looking at the photo frame on his desk, the warmth in the picture was smiling brightly. Although his expression wasn't too good, they looked very harmonious together. His eyes seemed to brim with happiness that was about to overflow.

Their relationship was at its peak.

Warmth, do you really not love me anymore

Ye Feimo clutched his stomach in pain; the pain had become more frequent recently. The physical and mental anguish were tormenting him. Ye Feimo knew that his illness was worsening again, having an early onset.y of four: the mother being a genius designer who was a fool in every other aspect except drawing design sketches. Whether she could even look after their children was questionable. But no matter how...