Chapter 357

.." The obsessed fan's eyes sparkled with hearts and stars, completely different from the expression she had just moments ago when she was in pain.This was the classic face of an obsessive fan.Warming...Chapter 357

Ye Feimo raised his gaze, glanced at Cheng Anya, and then stood up. Cheng Anya thought Ye Feimo would accompany her, but to her surprise, he went upstairs instead. For over ten days now, he hadn't spoken a single word to Warming.

Warming wouldn't see him, so he didn't dare to see her either.

He was afraid of seeing the contempt in her eyes; only then did he realize how hurt Warming had been when he said those angry words that day.

Cheng Anya smiled. It seemed Ye Feimo finally understood something.

Warming's mother remained worried, but Cheng Anya said, "It doesn't matter; they'll have to face each other eventually. They can't avoid meeting forever. Some things are better off being said sooner."

Warming was looking at the lilies beside her bed when she heard someone open the door. She thought it was Warming's mother, but turning her head, she saw Ye Feimo instead. Her eyes froze for a moment before she quickly turned away. Never had she seen such a disheveled and gaunt Ye Feimo; he seemed as though something had knocked him down, making his steps cautious and uneasy, full of trepidation. Warming didn't want to see him, just like how Ye Feimo regretted ever seeing her that day with harsh words.

Ye Feimo sat beside her bed and stared blankly at Warming. Now he finally had the courage to face her, but his sense of guilt only deepened. If not for his reckless push, they wouldn't be in this situation today.

"I'm sorry!" Despite having so many things to say, he didn't know what to tell her now. All he could muster was a simple "sorry," yet it felt inadequate and hollow.

Warming remained silent, looking absentmindedly out the window as though she had abandoned herself completely.

Ye Feimo hoped Warming would say something; at this moment, he'd rather see her contempt than such cold indifference from her, as if they were strangers to each other.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have acted rashly and pushed you. I know it’s too late for words now, Warming, but I really am very sorry." Ye Feimo said hoarsely, trying desperately to get a glance from her.

He reached out to grab her hand, but as soon as he touched it, she pulled back and drew the blanket over herself. Ye Feimo hesitated, slowly retracting his hand; did that mean she didn't even want him to touch her

Did he really disappoint her so much

In a fit of anger, he hadn’t bothered to think about who was right or wrong.

In a moment of shock and loss of reason, he had said many unpleasant things, even saying she wasn't as good as Han Bi.

In a moment of grief and rage, he accidentally pushed her, leading to the miscarriage of their child.

Every time he thinks about it, he wishes he could go back in time.

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

If he had given her more trust, after his reckless driving, he would have listened to her explanation and investigated the matter instead of immediately sentencing her. If he had trusted her more, seven months later, he would have seen his little princess born.

The trust between them was so fragile that it couldn't withstand a single white sheet or a lie.

If during their phone call, he hadn't heard Fang Liucheng's ambiguous statement, perhaps he might have trusted her more. But even if Ye Feimo regretted and blamed himself endlessly, the tragedy had already happened and could not be undone.

Unknowingly, what they once had quietly slipped away.

His child...

He became the executioner.

Coldness was the greatest harm between lovers, as if a chasm was drawn between them, impossible to fill. He could only stare at her cold profile, wanting to get closer but too afraid to do so.

This feeling was unprecedented.

He faced his most difficult dilemma and didn't know how to handle it.

"Are you hating me to death"

Warming clenched her fists, quietly swallowing the words she wanted to say. Ye Feimo's eyes were red but no tears fell; suddenly he forcefully turned Warming’s shoulders toward him, "Look at me and say something."

Warming did not look at Ye Feimo; even when facing him, her gaze passed through him as if seeing something beyond him, her eyes unfocused. Ye Feimo was terrified by this feeling.

She had left him.

Warming didn't want him anymore.

Ye Feimo's hands trembled; his fingers quivered uncontrollably, his voice choked off in his throat. He suddenly reached out to tightly embrace her, tears unable to flow but the fear of losing her overwhelming like an endless night devoid of light, quickly engulfing him.

He didn't want to lose her warmth.

He couldn't afford to lose her warmth.

Even if she were to stab him now, he would have no regrets, wishing only that she wouldn't leave him. He truly knew he was wrong.

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

No matter how many apologies he offered, it couldn’t bring back a single word from her.

With a dejected look on his face, he slowly descended the stairs, each step slow and deliberate, as if losing the child and Warmth's coldness had robbed him of fifty years of life, making his gait instantly appear aged.

Cheng Anya, seeing how close to falling down he was, became extremely worried and couldn't help but go over to support him.

Hastily bidding farewell to Warmth's mother, she left the Wens with Ye Feimo. Ye Feimo held his head in agony; Warmth had sentenced him to death, refusing to give him another chance for happiness.

Seven years ago, he lost Han Bi and was filled with sorrow and anger, abandoning himself to despair.

Seven years later, he would soon lose Warmth, writhing in unbearable pain like a living corpse.

Suddenly he realized that nothing mattered to him except for her warmth. She was the happiness he needed to hold onto throughout his life. Her joy was his joy; her contentment was his contentment.

At their wedding, he had promised to take care of and cherish her for a lifetime.

But what had he done in the end

The person who hurt her deepest was him.

He was the one who pushed them both into an abyss of suffering with his own hands.

Ye Feimo covered his face, even unwilling for Cheng Anya to see his sorrow and despair at this moment. Would heaven pity him and give him another chance He truly couldn't live without her warmth.

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

Cheng Anya was deeply distressed. From a young age, Ye Feimo had always been a child with his own opinions and handled his affairs very well. Even several years ago when Han Bi's matter occurred, he could quickly recover outwardly.

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

Indeed, what should they do

She also wanted to know how her son should proceed. He loved Warm so much that it was pathological; he absolutely couldn't bear losing her warmth. If she were gone, she truly feared what he might do.

Cheng Anya's eyes turned red as she found it hard to look at his expression of hopelessness.

Tang Shuwen and Su Ran, Lin Diyun had watched the video footage from that night at GK Oriental Hotel countless times. They couldn't understand why after drinking coffee, although Warm was clearly uncomfortable and lay down, she got up again shortly afterward and checked into a room.

The hotel's closed-circuit television hadn't been tampered with; Ye Ningyuan had confirmed this fact, so it must have been Warm. Yet they just couldn't comprehend how something that was obviously related to Han Bi could lack any evidence connecting them.

It was too perfect.

Lin Ning had asked Cai Xiaojing if she'd questioned Warm about the incident. That day, Warm remembered drinking coffee and then not remembering anything afterward—meaning she genuinely didn't know about checking into a room or going inside.

Han Bi sat in the café waiting for Fang Liucheng throughout, only drinking coffee without leaving.

So whatever Warm did was unrelated to her.

Lin Ning didn't believe that everything could be entirely unrelated to Han Bi, but there was no evidence.

Now Ye Feimo had completely stopped dealing with the Yining Group's affairs. The Third Young Master of the Ye Family, Ye Nanyuan, was reluctantly back at Yining International to take charge, yet he couldn't bear to delve into this matter’s details; all his thoughts were on Warm.

Tang Mandong felt extremely guilty: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have let Warm go with Fang Liucheng and the others that day. If I had gone along too, nothing might have happened."

Tang Shuwen pursed her lips as Lin Diyun asked, “Do you think Gu Rui knows something”

"Given how much he loves Han Bi, even if he knew anything, he wouldn’t tell us," Su Ran frowned. "Fang Liucheng and Warm left the private room in the middle of the event; they might have given them something to eat or drink. But don't you think that what happened with Warm was really strange"

Yes, they all found her actions a bit odd as if she had been controlled and didn’t know anything.o thought about leaving her, but Cheng Anya encouraged him to seek his own happiness and not blame himself. No matter how they tried to make amends, the blue sea would never return.They could only be...