She shook her head in sorrow and picked up her suitcase, heading towards the door. After putting on her shoes, she turned around. “I love you, Ye Wu Feng, truly deeply love you! Unfortunately, it’s fate. Goodbye!”
He didn’t stop her. As the door closed, the sound of a car driving away came from outside, and Ye Er leaned against the wall, her heart aching.
“Ye Feng, the one I love so deeply! How can I bear to lose you? All I want is to pursue true love in life, to live with you. Is this simple wish also a sin?”
The first stop of the nationwide tour concert for the Wind God Band was Guangzhou, scheduled to depart in two days. Lin Mu Chun was particularly concerned about Ye Er’s mental state.
“Will you sing with your heart?” Chun watched Ye Er, who had been drinking continuously.
“Don’t worry, I will persevere.” His face looked terrible.
Chun calculated the time; Ye Feng had been gone for ten days, and today was May 20th. “You haven’t held a woman for a long time. Ye Er, call your lover, or perhaps your son…” She couldn’t bear to see him so downcast.
“What’s the use of finding them?” He slumped over the bar counter. “Ye Feng left, she was so cruel! Why did she do this to me?”
“Ye Er, cheer up. She loves you; she left you out of necessity!” Ten days ago, Chun received a tearful call from Ye Feng, which made her deeply sympathize with their situation.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng was at her apartment in Yongwei.
“I’ll go deliver the invitation,” she said.
“He’s my brother, I’ll deliver it myself.” Ye Feng finished packing her luggage and took off her apron. “You don’t need to see me off or wait for me.”
“Will you be staying there overnight?” Ying Chen put down the newspaper.
“Of course not.” Ye Feng took her suitcase from her room, “I’m heading out.”
The taxi arrived at Ye Er’s residence. The driver was curious and asked her, “Do you know Ye Er?”
“A friend.” She paid the fare and waited until the car was far away before she took out her keys and opened the door.
“Ye Feng!” Hearing the noise, Lin Mu Chun walked to the door.
