As Dean got into the car, he looked back at Ye Ye, his expression a mix of reluctance and stubbornness, yet he said nothing. His face remained cold, and without a word, he drove off into the night, leaving Ye Ye behind. Watching the six or seven black Chryslers speed away and disappear, Ye Ye felt a sense of loss… It seemed he really didn’t care about her at all… “Trembling lips are a sign of something hidden – your eyes suggest secrets – I hide in the darkness to have a heart-to-heart – why are we stuck in such a deadlock…” Just as Ye Ye was about to leave in her car, her phone rang with that melody — was it Huo? Her heart leaped with joy… “Hello —” Ye Ye answered with a slight tremble in her voice.
[From Paris to Rome: Chapter Forty-Five, Patience vs. Limits] Yan Ye was touched by the many messages and votes from her readers, feeling excited, she decided to post another chapter to express her gratitude… Some readers expressed their dislike for the third party in the story. All she could say was: “If you really detest such a third-party scenario, then I apologize, but this is a situation that truly exists in real life, and it won’t change because of someone’s likes or dislikes. Some things might be ugly, but it doesn’t exclude the possibility of beauty. The stories I write merely dress up the vulgar segments of life in a beautiful disguise, striving to tell a tale of love that happens at the wrong time!”
