t it's not too late to make amends.Wen Dad stood up and patted his shoulder, "Good boy, I hope you can really let go. The past, your uncle also feels very guilty, he was too young back then, his meth...Ye Fei Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Anya. He stood up, and Cheng Anya thought Ye Fei Mo would follow her. Who knew Ye Fei Mo went upstairs. In the past ten days, he hadn't said a word to Wen Nuan.

Nuan warmly refused to see him, and he did not dare to see her.

He was afraid to see the disgust in her eyes. He finally knew how heartbroken she had been when he'd spoken those harsh words that day.

Cheng Anya smiled, Ye Fei Mo finally understood.

Mom Wen was always worried, but Cheng Anya said, "It's alright. We will have to meet eventually. It's better to say some things sooner rather than later."

Nuan warmly looked at the lilies beside her. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she thought it was Mama Wen. She turned her head and saw Ye Feimo. Her eyes widened in surprise, then quickly averted her gaze. She had never seen him so disheveled and gaunt. The Ye Feimo before her seemed to have been crushed by something, his steps becoming cautious and uneasy. Nuan warmly didn't want to see him, just as she didn't want to see him after that day when Ye Feimo spoke so carelessly.

Ye Fei left her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Wen Warm. He finally dared to see her, and the guilt in his heart grew even stronger. If it hadn't been for that impulsive shove, he and she wouldn't be in this situation today.

"I'm sorry!" Though I have thousands of words, I don't know what to say to her at this moment. All the words fail me. I can only say "sorry," but one "sorry" is really too pale.

Warmth stayed silent, staring out the window in a daze, as if she had emptied her entire soul.

Ye Fei wished for even a harsh word from Mo Qi, he would rather see her disgust than this coldness. This indifference made it feel like they had never known each other.

"A thousand mistakes, ten thousand mistakes, they're all my fault. I shouldn't have been impulsive, I shouldn't have pushed you. I know it doesn't matter what I say now, Wen Nuan, I'm really sorry." Ye Fei Mo said in a hoarse voice, trying his best to get her a glance.

He reached out to grab her hand, but as soon as he touched it, the warmth withdrew, and she pulled the blanket over herself. Ye Fei Mo froze, slowly retracting his hand. She didn't even want to let him touch her, did she

Wasn't he a real disappointment to her

In the heat of the moment, I didn't even bother to think about who was right and who was wrong.

For a moment, I was provoked and lost my composure, saying many hurtful things, even comparing her unfavorably to Han Bi.

In a moment of anger and grief, I pushed her away accidentally, causing her to miscarry and lose our child.

Every time he thinks about it, he'd rather start time over.

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

If he gave her a little more trust, he would listen to her explanation after speeding back, and investigate the matter first. Instead of immediately sentencing her, if he could give her a little more trust, in seven months, he would be able to see his little princess born.

Their trust, so fragile, was unable to withstand a blank sheet of paper and a single lie.

If he hadn't heard Fang Liucheng's ambiguous words on the phone, perhaps he would have trusted her more. Even if Ye Feimo regretted it and blamed himself afterwards, the tragedy had already happened and couldn't be undone.

Unconsciously obtained, yet lost silently and without a trace.

His children……

He became an executioner.

Indifference is the greatest hurt between people, as if a chasm that cannot be filled is drawn between each other. He could only watch her icy side, wanting to get closer, but afraid to approach.

This kind of feeling, I've never had before.

He encountered the most difficult problem, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Don't you hate me"

Warmth gripped her fist, calmly swallowing the words she wanted to say. Ye Fei Mo's eyes were red-rimmed, but she didn't cry. Suddenly, she forcefully turned Warmth's shoulder, "Look at me, say something, okay"

The warm gaze did not look at Ye Feimo. Even when facing him, her eyes passed through him, looking at something unknown, there was no focus in her eyes, and Ye Feimo was very afraid of that feeling.

She abandoned him.

Warmth, I don't need it anymore.

Ye Fei's hand trembled, his fingertips trembling incessantly, his voice choked in his throat. He suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly, tears welling up, the fear of losing her, like an endless night with no light, quickly engulfing him.

He didn't want to lose the warmth.

He cannot lose warmth.

Even if she stabbed him now, he wouldn't regret it. All he hoped was that she wouldn't leave him. He truly knew he was wrong.

"Warmth, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Countless apologies cannot bring back a single warm word.

He came down the stairs with a face of utter dejection, his steps slow and heavy. The death of the child, the warmth turned cold, seemed to have robbed him of fifty years of life, aging him in an instant.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Cheng Anya became very worried and couldn't help but go over to support him.

She hurriedly said goodbye to Mama Wen, and left Wen's house with Ye Feimo. Ye Feimo painfully covered his head. Wen Nuan had sentenced him to death, refusing to give him another chance. From now on, he would lose the opportunity for happiness.

Seven years ago, he lost Han Bi. Grief and anger consumed him, leading to self-destruction.

After seven years, he would be stripped of warmth, consumed by pain, a mere walking corpse.

He suddenly realized that nothing else mattered to him, only warmth was the happiness he had to hold onto in his life. Her happiness was his happiness, her well-being was his well-being.

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

And finally, what did he do

The person who hurt her the deepest was him.

It was his own hand that pushed them both into the abyss of pain.

Ye Fei mo covered his face with both hands, even if it was Cheng Anya, he didn't want her to see his sadness and despair at this moment. Was heaven merciful enough to give him another chance He really couldn't live without warmth.

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

Cheng Anya was in great pain. From a young age, Ye Feimo had always been a decisive child, handling his own affairs very well. Even a few years ago when things happened with Han Bi, he could quickly recover on the surface.

Her son would never ask her in such a pained voice, "Mommy, what should I do"

Yes, what can we do

She also wondered what should become of her son.

He loves warmth to a pathological degree. He absolutely cannot be without it; if he were deprived of warmth, she truly fears he might do something drastic.

Cheng Anya's eyes were red, unable to bear his look of despair.d not wake up to face the harsh reality. How could it not be wonderful If I had known the truth beforehand, I would rather not have woken up at all.What's good about waking up.He shouldn't, Mo Xiaobai...