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"But I'm not heartless enough to stop her. All I can do is watch helplessly as she leaves me. Do you know how that feels Like a knife being slowly thrust into my eyes and then pulled out again. I really hate it. She's never been this heartless, yet she's left me with such finality."

"Since she left, I think about her every day, reminiscing about our past happiness to make the days more bearable. She’s alone in America and even though I know there are people looking after her, I worry so much. My wife is proud and has a strong sense of self-respect; what if something bad happens to her in a foreign land Who will take care of her Is she hiding somewhere crying secretly, calling my name"

"Every day it’s the same thing over again. I’m not feeling well either and thinking about her keeps me up at night. All I can do is take sleeping pills; otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep. Sometimes I wonder if she’ll shed a tear for me when I die."

"But I won't die. She always makes me worry and suffer so much. If I were to die, who would protect her from being bullied Even though I’m filled with fear and hatred towards her, I can’t bear the thought of others hurting her. Isn’t that a sad situation"

"Right, you think I'm a pitiful man, don't you."

"I do too. Last time when she was kidnapped by federal agents, I used all my connections to help rescue her and was very relieved when I saw others carrying her out. But it’s also saddening; why does she always find herself in dangerous situations Why can’t she protect herself better If only she were stronger and braver, she wouldn't be bullied, nor would I have to live in constant fear every day. Remember the premiere of her movie She promised to come back then…"

"I was so happy; for years I thought about what clothes I should wear that would make her think highly of me and what words I could speak to impress her. In my foolishness, I even planned on arranging media photoshoots with us together."

“可是，她冇有回來……”

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"I think I'm going mad with missing her. It's so hard to see her, and I don't want to only see her in newspapers or magazines. I want to hold her, kiss her, love her. I want to look at her every day and have her right within my reach."

"Today is Christmas, and the company is hosting a Christmas party. I remember last year when she accompanied me to the party. She looked so beautiful that night. I danced with her, took her out on the balcony, made love to her—I clung to her for an entire day and night as if letting go would mean losing her forever. At the party, I saw a woman who resembles her, wearing the same white dress she wore that year, tying up her hair in a ponytail like hers, and wearing her mask. In my madness, I thought it was her, but I knew it couldn't be true. No matter how similar, it wasn't her. Imagine if that woman had your wife's face—wouldn’t I be insane..."

"Can she come back Would it be alright for her to return If I were to die tomorrow, I hope today would be my last chance to tell her how much I love her, Yè Feimò loves Wēnuǎn, forever and ever."

"Would it be alright if she came back"

The phone suddenly went dead. Yè Feimò looked up at the starry sky, tears clearly visible on his face.

Long Chéngtiān sorrowfully watched as Wēnuǎn's phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground; she was sobbing uncontrollably while hugging the balcony rails. This feeling of crying one's heart out seized Long Chéngtiān's heart.

He never knew that when someone cried, it made the whole world seem hopeless.

She called Feimò over and over again, but all she heard was her own anguished weeping in response.

A few days after Christmas came New Year's. Mò Xiǎobái held a New Year’s party on the cruise ship, inviting only a handful of people; Wēnuǎn and Long Chéngtiān were among them. After making one phone call back to A City, Wēnuǎn became unusually quiet, staying sullen at home with no smile on her face. Long Chéngtiān was deeply distressed by this and thought bringing her out for the party might cheer her up.

warm wanted to refuse and wouldn't come no matter how he pleaded. So, she accompanied him reluctantly.

The cruise was large, with four floors, but the number of invited guests wasn't many, only around twenty people—famous Hollywood directors, screenwriters, producers, and a few media tycoons. Mo Xiaobai introduced Wen Ran to them, and since "Lady Hongyu" had recently been very popular, they all had good impressions of her. To maintain the atmosphere, she always wore a smile on her face but couldn't hide her lack of interest.

After attending the formal meeting, people in the main banquet hall started dancing while Wen Ran stood alone at the bow of the ship, looking at the calm sea and feeling restless.

Should she return

If I were to die tomorrow, would anyone wish for me to tell her today that I love her Ye FeiMo's love for Wen Ran was unwavering until death.

Thinking of this phrase made her heart uneasy and stirred with pain beyond description.

Feimo... Feimo...

She missed him too. Had she been wrong Wasn't it inappropriate to disregard Feimo's feelings and act on her own will Had she been mistaken

Ming Bai saw her standing alone at the bow of the ship and came over, concerned, asking if she was tired.

"A little."

Mò Xiǎobái said, "They're having too much fun; the boat might not head back until dawn."

Warming nodded and smiled, then looked out at the sea. Mò Xiǎobái suddenly asked, "Warming, do you regret leaving Fei Mò so easily"

She didn't know how to answer, so she kept silent. Mò Xiǎobái said, "I saw regret in your eyes, did you know On Christmas Eve, Little Cousin collapsed again... The doctor said he is malnourished and has been overworked, depleting his energy."

"Stop talking!" Warming suddenly shouted fiercely.

Mò Xiǎobái continued, "He needs sleeping pills every day to get any sleep at all."

"Xiaobei, please stop talking, I beg you."

"He’s actually on the boat right now," Mò Xiǎobái suddenly said. Warming's pale face seemed startled and overwhelmed. Mò Xiǎobái blinked her eyes mysteriously, "Look at you! Little Cousin is just too exhausted; I fed him a little bit and he fell asleep."

"You..." Warming's fingertips began to tremble slightly.question: Have you ever hated me"Mo Yao thought seriously about the question and shook his head slightly. When Bai Liu asked why, Mo Yao replied, "It's unnecessary."The simple sentence cut through all...