Ye Nianmo caressed her lightly as ever, telling her that it didn't matter. He would be next to her, but his wrists hung stiff on his side.

Listening to the cry of heart-torn lungs, his heart was painful, and he pulled people over with one hand and hugged them gently. His voice was so hoarse that he said, "Don't cry."

Late at night, the people around him had fallen asleep after eating his sleeping pills mixed with milk. Ye Nianmo looked at her deeply, then went downstairs and disappeared into the night.

Ye Jia was doomed to be sleepless tonight. Xia Yihan wandered several times at the door of his...