A. What about you Do you like America" Wen warmly asked. 。Duddy laughed and said, “It’s not a matter of liking or disliking it, it’s just how I feel. Where I am doesn’t really matter to me.” 。"How is...When Cheng Anya heard the sound and went in, Ye Feimo's fist was pressed against the mirror, the mirror cracked into four or five pieces, his fist was bloodied, and he was hunched over, dejected and disheveled.

Fresh blood snaked down the mirror surface, Cheng Anya's pupils shrank, her heart was pierced like a knife.

Every mother who sees her child in this state would be heartbroken to the core. She turned and went downstairs to get the first-aid kit. Ye Sanshao asked, "Did he harm himself"

Cheng Anya rolled her eyes at Ye Sanshao, "You didn't learn anything else, but you inherited this well. Haven't you ever self-harmed"

Upstairs, put the medical kit away. Cheng Anya didn't say a word, supporting Ye Feimo out. Ye San Shao also came upstairs and sat aside, frowning without speaking. Cheng Anya carefully disinfected him, applied medicine, bandaged it up with gauze, and tied a pretty bowknot.

Ye Fei's spirit was completely drained. He sat there in a daze, like a puppet, utterly lifeless. It wasn't an exaggeration to call him a walking corpse. Cheng Anya packed away her medical kit and placed it aside.

"Baby, it's okay, everything will pass," Cheng Anyan said with a slight smile, stroking Ye Fei Mo's short hair lovingly. Ye Fei Mo remained unmoved. He knew that it wouldn't pass.

Forever and never going past.

His life seemed to freeze at this moment, unable to escape the torment of pain. Why was he so impulsive Why did he push away warmth Just thinking about it made his left hand tremble again. He almost wanted to chop off his left hand immediately.

Warmth will never forgive him again...

Never again.

Cheng Anyu looked at Ye Sanshao, signaling him to speak. Ye Sanshao said lightly, "Let's get a divorce."

Ye Fei Mo's body stiffened, he suddenly raised his head, his bloodthirsty eyes stared fixedly at Ye Sanshao, like a wounded beast, ready to pounce on someone at any moment, his appearance was extremely terrifying.

"Cheng Anya became enraged, "Shut up! I wish I hadn't asked you in the first place."

Ye San Shao clapped his hands, "You see you talked for so long and he didn't react, as soon as you mentioned divorce, he came alive. It wasn't that I wanted them to divorce, I think within a few days the divorce agreement will be in his hands."

"I don't want a divorce, I don't want a divorce, I don't want a divorce..." Ye Fei Mo murmured to herself, her lips were extremely pale.

Nuan warmed Ye Fei Mo's shoulders, "Fei Mo, properly apologize to Nuan Nuan, and make amends. Nuan Nuan is kind-hearted and won't be too harsh..."

"She won't forgive me, she never will…" Ye Fei Mo seemed to smile but not smile, to cry but not cry. That despair seemed to emanate from his very bones, "It was I who pushed her off the building, it was I who killed my own child, it was I..."

"That's enough." Cheng Anya said sharply, holding Ye Feimo's head in her arms, "Be good, don't think about it anymore."

Ye Fei mo murmured to himself, "Mom, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it... I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Cheng Anya's eyes were red-rimmed, she clutched her precious son tightly.

Since he was sensible, he had never cried, rarely smiled, spoke little, and had no special hobbies. He was just a bit stubborn in character. In fact, he was a good child who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Why did he have to experience so many setbacks on the road of love

Cheng Anyu was in extreme pain. She knew he would be so heartbroken, she shouldn't have agreed to this marriage. At the time, she had expressed endless approval of Ye Fei Mo and her warm wishes for their marriage, after all, it was rare for him to love again.

There's always a worry in my heart, fearing that Fei Mo will be hurt again. I understand the conflict between Fei Mo and warmth very well, and I always hope that the two children can love each other and tolerate these problems.

I didn't expect it would turn into such a tragedy.

Fei Mo's hands were shaking uncontrollably. Cheng Anya held his hand, and besides giving him a hug at this moment, she didn't know how to ease the pain in Fei Mo's heart. Ye Ningyuan had also experienced a similar situation before, blaming himself for killing Hai Lan and falling into depression for a while. But the two brothers were different in personality. Ye Ningyuan was easy to persuade, while Ye Fei Mo was not. He was prone to getting stuck in his own thoughts.

And Hai Lan's death couldn't be directly blamed on Ye Ning Yuan, but the loss of the child was entirely caused by Fei Mo. Even though Cheng An Ya was intelligent and eloquent, she felt helpless at this moment, unable to find a word to comfort Ye Fei Mo.

Cheng Anya remembered the pain she felt when she lost Hai Lan, a pain so intense that it was impossible to forget. Thinking of her mischievous daughter still brought waves of sadness and pain. If she wasn't worried about Ye Ningyuan feeling even more guilt and distress, she didn't know if she could have endured it.

……

The Wen family.

Wenjing brought the food to Wenwen. She only took two bites before losing her appetite. Wenjing tried her best to coax her, but Wenwen couldn't eat even half of it. Finally, under Wenjing's threats, enticements, and acting cute, Wenwen's mood improved slightly, and she drank half a bowl of tonic soup.

She rarely slept, spending most of her time sitting. When she did sleep, her mind would race with thoughts, leaving her feeling mentally and physically exhausted.

Then she thought of Du Di and Du Yueying's visit that day. Du Yueying's words had deeply shaken her, leaving her unable to sleep for the past two days. Every time she closed her eyes, terrifying images flooded her mind uncontrollably.

After dinner, I flipped through my old photo albums warmly. I don't know how many times I've seen them, but before, I never thought much of it. Now, no matter how I look at them, I feel a pang of heartache and want to cry...

Is she really not their daughter

From miscarriage to now, one blow after another, she has no tears left. She's heartbroken to the point that even tears feel pale. She wants to cry but can't, and she doesn't dare ask for fear that if she does, it will confirm her thoughts and make her suffer even more.

When Mom Wen came upstairs, she saw Wen Wen again flipping through old photo albums.

She has been fond of looking at old photo albums recently. She keeps one in her arms whenever she's free, browsing through it. She loved taking pictures since childhood, so she has many photo albums. There are over ten albums at home. Mom Wen remembers that Wen Nuan used to love photos from her middle school days, but now she is holding a photo album from when she was little, looking at it like a treasure every day. It's strange to Mom Wen, but she doesn't think too much about it. She just thinks maybe because the child is gone, Wen Nuan looks at pictures of her childhood, reminiscing about the child.

Mom Wen sat by the bed and gently caressed Warm's face. Her poor child, there was no flesh left on his face.

emaciated.

"Why do you like looking at old photos so much" Mom Wen asked with a smile. Looking warmly at her mother's loving eyes, Wen noticed that her nose and mouth were just like her mother's. She must be her parents' biological daughter.

Such a kind and gentle mother, how could she not be her own mother

"Warm Warm, your mother-in-law and... Fei Mo are here. Do you want to meet them"

This afternoon at 2pm in Shanghai, Fuzhou Road Xinhua Bookstore signing event, November 13th at 2pm. Sisters who want to come, please come! (__) hee hee... I came back a bit late today and was reading the comments, thank you to all the dear friends who commented.in Bali for the next two weeks, taking care of everything.Mo Xiaobai and Ji Bing had a lot to do on hand and couldn't stay too long, their managers were urging them. 。When talking about the yacht inci...