2023-10-21

Mo glared at her, silent and expressionless. Wen Wen racked her brain, truly unable to think of a good gift for him. Ye Fei Mo's face was cold and aloof, clearly stating that if she didn't give him a...Ye Tianyu's lips moved, but he didn't speak. Cheng Anyu thought to herself, did he even hear what she said She could have said something more cutting, something to provoke Ye Tianyu, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was no longer the young Cheng Anyu she used to be. The man before her was her grandson, not her enemy. Why should she use such sharp words to hurt him again His heart was already shattered; she didn't want to add another blow.

Cheng Anya said, “Apologize to Mother Wen and let Wen Jing rest in peace. Tianyu, you should go home too.”

After a tremendous blow, wouldn't the first thing someone think of be the comfort of their family Wouldn't even such a warm word be unable to shake the coldness of the vast sky

Ye Tianyu struggled in pain, as if wavering, yet as if pondering something deeper. For a moment, he remained silent. Cheng Anya thought he would be swayed, but unexpectedly, Ye Tianyu suddenly blurted out, "No!"

"As long as I can take Wenjing with me, I'm willing to do anything." That was Ye Tianyu's biggest concession.

Cheng Anya frowned and looked at Ye Ningyuan. Ye Ningyuan shook his head slightly. This was truly his biggest concession; at the very least, he would go home and apologize, giving a proper explanation to Wen's parents. Besides that, Wen Jing disappearing from his side was the only other condition.

Mom Wen held onto Wenjing's hand. On Wenjing's ring finger was a platinum ring, with a small diamond set in it. It wasn't particularly expensive, but its meaning was different. Mom Wen's tears fell even harder.

Her poor daughter.

Why would I fall for someone like this, why would I be tortured into this state

She was so young, only eighteen years old when she passed away. White-haired people sent black-haired people off, their grief who could understand.

"Xiao Jing..." Mom Wen cried with Xiao Jing for a long time. Ye Tianyu walked in slowly, Cheng Anya and Ye Ningyuan did not follow. Mom Wen glared at Ye Tianyu angrily and wiped away her tears.

It was this man who drove her daughter to death.

"Are you still refusing to let me take Wen Jing away" Mother Wen asked sadly, her eyes red and swollen. Ye Tianyu said, "I'm sorry."

He lowered his proud head, apologizing to Mama Wen for the first time. He wasn't unwilling to apologize; he just didn't dare to face them, afraid they would force him to return Wen Jing. So, he didn't even go home, hiding in his and Wen Jing's world.

Like the whisper of two roses, there's only you and me in this world.

He knew he owed Wen Jia an apology, even a pale one, couldn't bring back Wen Jing's life.

"We can't afford this," Mom Wen said, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Anya said you shot Wen Jing. How many shots did you fire"

Ye Tianyu's face was ashen white. This scene was something he desperately tried not to remember. Every time he recalled it, he would think of Wen Jing’s stubborn and resolute words, "I am not a traitor," followed by his cold gunshot. At that time, if he had trusted Wen Jing even a little more, she wouldn't have died.

This scene, every time he thinks back on it, tears his heart apart.

"Four shots!" A Ye family man dares to do what he believes in, he won't hide it. Mama Wen's tears fell even harder. Four shots, she saw the wound on Wen Jing's small abdomen. Her daughter was tortured like this before she died.

"She's dead, why won't you let me take her home."

"I love Ajing."

"This is not a reason. Your kind of love, my daughter can't bear it." Mom Wen said seriously. "If you truly loved her, she wouldn't be lying here coldly today."

Ye Tianyu clenched his fists, the blue veins on his arms throbbing from suppressing his rage. “I made a mistake that can never be rectified, but that doesn't negate my love for Ajing.”

Wen Jing was dead, his mistakes irreparable, but this had nothing to do with his love for her. Love and trust were matters of a single thought. One wrong step, and every step thereafter would be filled with pain. He had made a mistake, unable to turn back. If time could rewind, he wished it was himself who perished.

"Ye Tianyu, you..." Mama Wen was so heartbroken that she didn't know what to say. "She's gone, let her rest in peace. Wen Jing no longer belongs to this world, she doesn't anymore, you know"

"But I belong to her. No one can take her away from me while I'm alive." Ye Tianyu looked up, meeting Mama Wen's gaze with a calm that bordered on fanaticism, his eyes filled with an unwavering determination.

He didn't say that Wen Jing belonged to him, but rather that he belonged to Wen Jing. This was a master-servant relationship. If Wen Jing belonged to him, then now that he possessed Wen Jing's corpse, it would be an act of domination, possession, and selfishness. However, if he believed he belonged to Wen Jing, it was a relationship of belonging. Psychologically and in every aspect, Ye Tianyu believed that whether he lived or died, he belonged to this person, so this person was waiting for him.

This is a pathological codependency, a psychological disorder.

Humans and humans have no belonging relationship. His so-called rigid cognition is nothing but an escape from reality, an escape from a world that is too hopeless for him. He seeks the tranquility of another world instead.

Ye Tianyu said, “I’ll keep her body perfectly preserved, not a scratch. If you want to see her, come anytime. She’s like sleeping, nothing will happen. Come see her if you want, I won’t stop you. However, don’t take her away.”

Once he was buried, he would never see tranquility again.

"Ye Tianyu, she's dead..." Wen's mother, a desperate mother speaking to a madman, could bear it no longer. There was no conclusion, only despair.

"I know."

“Since you know, you should know that no matter how long you keep her body, she won’t come back to life. What's the point of doing this” Wen’s mother questioned, “Even if you love each other, even if you are lovers, you don't have the right to do this. Xiao Jing hasn't married you.”

"Whether it has meaning or not, that's my decision. Outsiders will naturally see no meaning in it." Ye Tianyu said coldly, his gaze falling gently on Wen Jing's face. This year, he had kept her so well. Her skin was still so smooth and delicate, as if she had only fallen asleep.

"Diary" Ye Tianyu asked.

……

Cheng Anyan and Ye Ningyuan stood anxiously outside. Ye Tianyu said he would apologize, and Cheng Anyan felt relieved but also uneasy. She didn't know if the situation would escalate.

Ye Ningyuan believes that since Ye Tianyu is willing to take a step back, perhaps with further persuasion, he will see things clearly.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out...

A sudden gunshot came from the room, Ye Ningyuan and Cheng Anyu's hearts sank, they quickly entered the room, only to see Ye Tianyu lying on the ground, his right hand covering his abdomen, blood gushing out. Mother Wen held a pistol in her hand, trembling slightly...

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