He dared not look at her. Ever since they boarded the plane in Taipei, she hadn’t spoken.
They arrived home. Ya’er paid the fare, and Feng opened the door.
Everything remained unchanged, except the joyful atmosphere had completely disappeared. Silence seemed to be the only way to avoid conflict.
“Good night.” She didn’t look at him, heading straight upstairs.
Ye Feng, if you can’t smile, what’s the point of bringing you back to Dongjing with me? He walked to the bar and took a bottle of whiskey from the shelf.
Ye Feng didn’t hear him go upstairs. Feng Jianya, don’t torment me anymore! She put on her nightgown and quietly went downstairs.
“Stop drinking.” She found him in the bar, half the bottle of whiskey already gone.
“Ye Feng!” He grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with hot tears. “I’m in so much pain. I just want to give you happiness, just that simple.”
She didn’t move, letting him hold her hand. Feng Jianya, what does happiness mean? To refuse you, I’m unwilling; to not refuse you, are we to spend our lives like this?
His lips touched her hand, her pulse racing. “Just say you’re willing to be with me, and I’ll retire from the entertainment industry, and we can go somewhere where no one knows us.” “Forget it.” She was heartbroken. Resistance was futile, whether against man or God. Let fate decide! “No point in thinking about it, is there?” “You—” He stood up in shock. “You’re not hesitating anymore?”
She was enveloped in his embrace. Yes, there was nothing to hesitate about anymore.
Tian Zhong Meijiang and Bing Shi Qingjian met at a coffee shop. “Big Brother, something to tell me?” Qingjian pulled out a chair for her. “Sorry, I had a car breakdown on the way.” Meijiang ordered a coffee. “Qingjian, I’ll get straight to the point. What do you think of Tian Zhong?”
