The bloody aura surged into his throat. Ye Jin forced himself to suppress the glass tiles on the roof with his fingers. He felt that the eyes were dark and the huge ups and downs in his heart almost couldn't control his out-of-control emotions.

What is this called?

What is this... what's the matter?

Is fate deliberately teasing him, or is God unable to stand him at all?

For seven years, because of her, he was controlled by Ye Jinghong... and was unable to live freely and had no hope of life. However, she quietly left Xiling without knowing when...

No one knows it.

No one knew about her. He thought he thought she was dead... But why did she clearly live without even revealing any news to him?

Does she know how he survived in hell over the years?

Why do you have to make everyone think that she is dead?

Why?

Ye Jin closed his eyes quietly, and a dull pain came from his chest, his face was as pale as paper, and only a bright red color at the corner of his lips reflected his sadness and sorrow.

The severe pain came like a tide. What he once thought, "My mother is actually a great and selfless person, and she sincerely loves me." At this moment, it was so ironic.

If she is really great and selfless, how could she quietly leave Xiling alone and let her son fall into the abyss of hell for seven years?

If she really loves him, how can she bear it...how can she bear it? He was tortured by his biological father for seven years because of his mother's ashes?

Everything is controlled by others, it turns out to be just an illusion. So what is the suffering he has suffered over the years?

What exactly is it?!

The suppression of the patient still could not stop the severe pain and blood spilled out of the corners of his lips again. Ye Jin forced the itch in his throat, his eyes as if he was dull, and through the lifted glass tiles, he locked directly on the face in his memory.

The room was in a long silence.

The joy of reunion after a long separation, the vicissitudes of thousands of sails, the sorrow after the disaster, the pain and hatred tortured by fate... All emotions surged in this moment, almost swallowing the once loving couple.

The beauty of the past will never be seen again.

Even though he finally got to see him thirty years later, however... however, he is no longer the person he was back then, and she is no longer the person she was back then.

What is left between them except sorrow and despair, and pain and desolation?

Only a wound in my heart is left...

Fei Yue closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "How are you still... okay in the past few years?"

Are you okay?

Is he okay?

Where is it good? How can it be good?

But even if it is not good... what can I do?

What should be lost has been lost, and everything that was once will never come back.

"...It's okay." Si Yuchen spoke, his voice was so light that it was almost inaudible, "...Where are you?"

"Me?" Yun Feiyue was stunned, and a desolate smile opened the corner of her mouth, "How do you want me... to answer? I said it's very good, will you believe it?"

Si Yuchen's mouth twitched violently, and his face slowly lost its blood color, but he... dared not ask, didn't know how to ask...

Not sure, can you still ask.

In the past thirty years, they have experienced too much, and too many things have happened to them... Even though they met again at this time, he knew very well that they... could no longer go back to the past.
Chapter completed!