Ye Feimo raised his eyes, glanced at Cheng Anya, and stood up. Cheng Anya thought that Ye Feimo would go with her. Who knew that Ye Feimo got up and went upstairs. It has been more than ten days since he and Wen Nuan said a word.
.
Wen Nuan refused to see him, and he did not dare to see her.
He was afraid of seeing her disgusted eyes, and he finally knew how sad Wen Nuan was when he said those angry words that day.
Cheng Anya smiled, and Ye Feimo finally figured it out.
Mother Wen was always worried, but Cheng Anya said, "It's okay, we always have to meet. We can't not see each other forever. There are some things we should talk about earlier."
Wen Nuan was looking at the lilies next to her when she heard the door open. She thought it was Wen's mother. She turned her head and saw it was Ye Feimo. Her eyes were blank and she quickly looked away. She had never seen such an embarrassed and thin Ye Fei.
Mo seemed to be defeated by something, and even his steps became cautious and uneasy. Wen Nuan didn't want to see him, just like that day when Ye Feimo kept saying that he never wanted to see you again.
Ye Feimo sat down beside her bed and stared blankly at Wen Nuan. He finally dared to see her, and the guilt in his heart became stronger. If it weren't for that impulsive push, he and she wouldn't be where they are today.
This look.
"I'm sorry!" Even if I have a thousand words, I don't know what to say to her at this moment. I can't say anything. I only said one sentence of sorry, but one sentence of sorry is really too pale.
Nuan Nuan didn't speak, and looked out the window absently, as if he had emptied all his soul.
Ye Feimo hoped that Wen Nuan could say a word. He would rather see her look of disgust at this moment than for her to be so cold, as if they had no relationship.
"I made a lot of mistakes, and they were all my fault. I shouldn't have been impulsive, I shouldn't have pushed you, I know it's useless to say anything now, Nuan Nuan, I'm really sorry." Ye Feimo said hoarsely, exhausted.
I longed for her to look back.
He reached out to grab her hand. As soon as he caught it, the warmth was withdrawn and he pulled the quilt to cover himself. Ye Feimo stiffened and slowly retracted his hand. She didn't even want to let him touch it.
Yeah?
He really disappointed her, didn't he?
I was so angry that I didn't bother to think about who was right and who was wrong.
She was stimulated for a moment and lost her mind. She cursed a lot of unpleasant words and even said that she was not as good as Han Bi.
In a moment of grief and anger, he pushed her away by mistake, causing her to have a miscarriage and killing her own child.
Every time he thought about it, he would rather start time all over again.
If time were reversed, he would rather die than push her away.
If he had given her a little more trust, he would have listened to her explanation after racing and would have investigated the matter first. Instead of sentencing her immediately, if he had given her a little more trust, he would have done so after seven weeks.
Months later, he could see his little princess being born.
The trust between him and her was so weak that it was no longer worth a piece of paper or a lie.
If he hadn't heard Fang Liucheng's ambiguous words during the phone call, perhaps he would have trusted her more. Even if Ye Feimo regretted and resented himself, the tragedy had already occurred and could not be made up for.
I gained it unconsciously, but lost it silently.
His children...
He became the executioner.
Indifference is the greatest harm between lovers. It seems to open an unfillable gap between them. He can only look at her cold side, wanting to get closer, but not daring to get close.
I have never felt this way before.
He encountered the most difficult problem and didn't know how to deal with it.
"Do you hate me so much?"
Nuan Nuan clenched his fists and calmly swallowed what he wanted to say. Ye Feimo's eyes turned red, but he did not shed tears. He suddenly went over and pulled Nuan Nuan's shoulder forcefully, "Look at me and say something, okay?"
Her warm eyes did not look at Ye Feimo. Even when facing him, her eyes were looking through him. She didn't know what she was looking at. There was no focus in her eyes. Ye Feimo was very afraid of that feeling.
She abandoned him.
Wen Nuan doesn’t want him anymore.
Ye Feimo's hands were shaking, his fingertips were shaking, and his voice was choked in his throat. He suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly, wanting to cry without tears. The fear of losing her was like watching him in the long night.
The lack of light quickly overwhelmed him.
He doesn't want to lose his warmth.
He cannot lose his warmth.
Even if she stabs him now, he has no regrets. He just hopes that she won't leave him. He really knows that he was wrong.
"Warm, sorry, sorry, sorry..."
Countless sorrys cannot bring back a word of warmth.
He came down the stairs with a dejected look on his face, walking very slowly step by step. The death of the child and the warm indifference seemed to have deprived him of fifty years of life, and his steps suddenly became old.
Cheng Anya was very worried when she saw that he was about to fall at any time and couldn't help but go over to help him.
She hurriedly said goodbye to Wen's mother and left Wen's house with Ye Feimo. Ye Feimo covered his head in pain. Wen Nuan sentenced him to death and refused to give him another chance. He would lose the chance to be happy from now on.
Seven years ago, he lost Han Bi, felt sad and angry, and gave up on himself.
Seven years later, he is about to lose his warmth, is in pain, and is walking like a zombie.
Suddenly he realized that nothing mattered to him, only warmth was the happiness that he should hold on to in this life. Her happiness was his happiness, and her happiness was his happiness.
When they got married, he said that he would take good care of her and love her throughout his life.
But in the end, what did he do?
He was the person who hurt her the most.
It was he who pushed each other into the abyss of pain with his own hands.
Ye Feimo covered his face with his hands. Even if it was Cheng Anya, he didn't want her to see his sadness and despair at the moment. God was merciful, but would it still give him a chance? He really couldn't live without warmth.
"Mommy, what should I do?" Ye Feimo asked.
Cheng Anya was in great pain. Ever since he was a child, Ye Feimo had always been an independent child and handled his own affairs very well. Even with Han Bi's incident a few years ago, he could seem to recover quickly.
Her son would never ask her in such a painful tone, Mommy, what should I do?
Yes, what should I do?
She also wanted to know, what should her son do?
He loves warmth to a morbid level, and must not lose warmth. If warmth is gone, she is really afraid of what he will do.
Cheng Anya's eyes turned red and she couldn't bear to see his desperate expression.
