She closed her eyes. In your arms, I am at peace! Even if it’s just this fleeting moment of happiness, it’s enough.
Ye Feng said goodbye to Yong Chen, after all, he was Ya’er’s master and husband.
“From your face, I see no concern, right?” He played with the golden lighter, his fingers skilled and nimble from playing with a surgical scalpel.
“I don’t want to think about it anymore; some things are better left uncompared.”
“Others might feel spiteful, hateful, and scornful towards you.”
Her face briefly showed a flash of pain, then it vanished. “It doesn’t matter. Compared to being with Ya’er, the pressure I face is insignificant. That’s how it is.”
“Do you feel happy, even if everyone despises you?”
“I am very happy.” She smiled faintly, “Being with Ya’er.”
Yong Chen pulled out a document from the file folder. “I hope no one else sees this.” It was the consent form for surgery. He “clicked” the lighter, and the flame licked the paper.
The leaping fire illuminated his face. Ye Feng gave him a smile, “Thank you, Yong Chen.”
She left his office and took the elevator downstairs, where Ya’er was waiting for her in the lobby. Wearing sunglasses, although disguised, his exceptional demeanor was still hard to conceal.
“Why so slow? Did that scoundrel bother you again?” He was obsessively concerned about everything that happened during his absence.
“Fool, I’m not that weak!” She pulled him outside, “Let’s go, your outfit is too eye-catching.”
“But I’m jealous of other men kissing you.” He was relentless in his jealousy.
She stopped, turned to face him. “Then kiss me, as long as you like.”
He and she hugged tightly, right in front of the crowd at the grand hall. When Lingmu Chun saw this, he vowed to ensure that Feng Jianya’s reputation in the art world would not be affected.
“Are you in love with me? Are you sure you don’t have feelings for me?” he asked her cautiously in his car.
“I don’t know,” she replied softly, “I don’t want to deceive you. When it comes to love, I feel nothing, but even out of sympathy, I could never accept my own brother.”
“Have you not forgotten yet?”
