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they couldn't find any written records about her.Moge Chen rubbed his chin and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "She looks quite good, but she's not as good as you. Why do you always go for this type Ah...469

When Cheng Anya heard the sound and came in, Ye Feimo's fist was pressing against the mirror, causing it to shatter into pieces. His knuckles were bleeding, and he was bent over, looking dispirited and miserable.

Blood trickled down along the surface of the shattered mirror. Cheng Anya's eyes widened, her heart aching as if cut by a knife.

Every mother would feel extreme心疼 upon seeing their child in such a state. She turned to go downstairs to fetch a first aid box, and Ye Sanxiao asked, "Is he self-harming"

Cheng Anya rolled her eyes at Ye Sanxiao, saying, "Other than this trait, nothing else has been inherited properly. Have you never self-harmed"

She went upstairs and put the first aid box down without a word. Cheng Anya then helped Ye Feimo up and out of the room. Ye Sanxiao also came upstairs and sat beside them with furrowed brows, silent. She carefully disinfected his wounds, applied medicine, bandaged him up, and tied a neat bow.

Ye Feimo sat there in a daze, like an automaton, devoid of soul or spirit—truly living the life of a zombie. Cheng Anya tidied up the first aid box and set it aside.

"Baby, be good. Everything will pass," said Cheng Anya with a faint smile as she affectionately stroked Ye Feimo's short hair. However, he remained indifferent, knowing that it would never pass for him.

Never ever.

It seemed as though his life was frozen at this moment, unable to escape from the torment of this pain. Why did he act so impulsively Why did he push away warmth when he had it Just thinking about it caused his left hand to tremble again. He almost immediately wanted to cut off his left hand.

Warmth would never forgive him again...

Never again.

Cheng Anya looked at Ye San Shao and signaled for him to speak. Ye San Shao said indifferently, "Let's get a divorce."

Ye Feimo stiffened all over and suddenly raised his head. His bloodthirsty eyes stared fixedly at Ye San Shao as if he were an injured wild beast ready to pounce on someone at any moment; it was quite terrifying.

Cheng Anya was furious, "Shut up! If I had known this would happen earlier, I wouldn't have told you."

Ye San Shao clapped his hand, "You see He didn’t react to what you said before, but he perks up at the mention of divorce. It’s not because I want them to get divorced; in a few days, the divorce agreement will be in his hands anyway."

"I don't want a divorce! I don’t want a divorce... "

Wen Ran wrapped her arms around Ye Feimo's shoulders. "Fei Mo, apologize to me properly, and I'll show mercy and not go too far..."

"She won’t forgive me, she won’t… It was me who pushed her down the stairs, it was me who killed my child... "

Cheng Anya sternly said, "Stop talking." She held Ye Feimo's head. "Be good and stop thinking about it."

Ye Feimo mumbled to himself, "Mom, I didn’t mean to; I really didn't mean to... I don't want this, I don’t..."

Cheng Anya’s eyes reddened as she tightly hugged her precious son.

Since he was old enough to understand things, he had never cried, rarely laughed, spoke little, and had no particular hobbies. He was just a bit stubborn, but in reality, he was a good child who was warm-hearted despite his aloof exterior. Why must he suffer so many setbacks on the path of love

Cheng Anya was extremely distressed; if she had known that he would be this heartbroken and miserable, she shouldn't have agreed to their marriage back then. At that time, her face showed nothing but approval for Ye Feimo and Warming's wedding, as it was rare for Feimo to love again.

But deep down, there were always worries; she was afraid that Feimo would get hurt again. She clearly knew where the conflicts between Feimo and Warming lay, and she kept thinking that if these two children loved each other, they could包容對方的問題。

冇想到，卻弄出這樣的悲劇來。

Nonetheless, it turned out to be such a tragedy.

Feimo's hands had been trembling all along. Cheng Anya held his hand; apart from being able to give him an embrace at this moment, she didn't know how to alleviate Feimo's inner pain. Back then, Ye Ningyuan also encountered similar circumstances, feeling guilty for causing Hai Lán's death and falling into a period of depression. However, the two brothers had different personalities—Ningyuan was easy to console, while Feimo was not; he tended to become overly fixated on things.

Moreover, Hai Lán's death could not be directly blamed on Ye Ningyuan, whereas losing a child was something Feimo caused himself. No matter how intelligent and eloquent Cheng Anya was, she felt the inadequacy of words at this moment; she couldn't find any comforting words for Ye Feimo.

Cheng Anya thought back to when she lost Hai Lán—the pain was excruciating and unforgettable. Thinking about her mischievous daughter made her feel sorrowful again. If not out of fear that Ye Ningyuan would feel even more guilty and distressed, she didn't know if she could have gotten through it.

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In the Wen family.

Wen Jing brought food to Warming; after taking just a couple of bites, her appetite disappeared. Despite Wen Jing's coaxing and persuasion, Warming only managed to eat half before, under threats, inducements, and even cutesy antics from Wen Jing, she had a slightly more cheerful mood and drank half a bowl of nourishing soup.

She rarely slept; most of the time, she sat around. When she did sleep, many things would come flooding back to her mind, leaving her mentally and physically exhausted.

Thinking back to the day when Dou Di and Dou Yueying, her brother and sister, visited, and what Dou Yueying said, she was greatly shaken. For the past two days, she had hardly dared to close her eyes to sleep, as soon as she did so, many terrifying scenes would flood into her mind.

After eating, Warmth flipped through her old photo album, which she had looked at countless times before. She used to not feel anything special about it, but now, no matter how she looked at it, she felt heartache and wanted to cry...

Was she really not her parents' daughter

From the miscarriage until today, one blow after another had left her without tears. She was so upset that even shedding tears seemed meaningless; she couldn't cry even if she wanted to, nor did she dare ask for fear that confirming her suspicions would make her feel worse.

When Mom came up and saw Warmth flipping through the old photo album again...

Lately, she had been very fond of looking at old albums, holding them close to her chest whenever she wasn't busy. She loved taking photos since childhood, so there were many photo albums in their home—over ten of them. Mom remembered that Warmth used to love the pictures from her high school days most, but now she was carrying around the one with her childhood pictures, cherishing it dearly and looking at it every day. It seemed strange to Mom, but she didn't think too much about it, merely guessing that after losing her child, Warmth might be looking at photos of herself as a kid out of nostalgia for the lost child.

Mom sat by the bed and gently stroked Warmth's face; her poor child had no meat on her bones anymore.

Her cheeks were hollow.

"Why do you like looking at old photos" Mom smiled as she asked. Looking at Mother’s loving eyes, Warmth noticed that both her nose and mouth resembled Mom so much. She was definitely the biological daughter of her parents.

How could such a kind and gentle mother not be her own

"Warmie, Mama-in-law and... Fei Mo are here. Do you want to see them"The castle was too large for the security room with its twenty-plus computers to keep up with just a few seconds delay while switching through camera feeds, so many passages' footage was captured but...