(End) The other reporters exchanged uneasy glances upon hearing what Fang Jinhua said.

Nearly every report concerning Fang Jinhua since her debut had proven accurate, and this fact only fueled their excitement. They swarmed Yin Xiaomo, pressing in close: “Is it really true?!” “Have you already decided on divorce, which is why you’re dividing assets?!” “Is the marital split related to Luo Xi?!”

While the reporters buzzed with excited energy, surrounding Yin Xiaomo, Pan Nan moved quickly to shield her, preparing to reprimand the journalists for breaching protocol by entering the parking garage. Suddenly, An Huini, left aside by the crowd, fought her way through the reporters and burst in! “Yin Xiaomo!” An Huini glared intensely at Yin Xiaomo, a deep, bone-cutting hatred shimmering in her eyes.

The reporters immediately hushed, settling into silence to await the inevitable clash between the two women.

Yin Xiaomo looked at An Huini and sighed internally; trouble always seemed to brew whenever she encountered her.

An Huini bit her lip, her face flushing and paling in quick succession. Her body began to tremble, and tears streamed down her eyes in visible sorrow. Crying, she pleaded, “Yin Xiaomo, please let me go, alright? Even if everything I did before was wrong, forgive me, give me a way out! I beg you, don’t let Ou Chen blacklist me anymore. I have a family to support, and my parents are in poor health. Don’t push me to utter destruction; just give me a way to live, please?” An Huini sobbed uncontrollably.

That wrenching cry stunned the reporters into silence at first, before they quickly refocused their cameras on the tear-streaked An Huini! A major scoop—washed-up star An Huini weeping and begging her old rival, Yin Xiaomo, for mercy! “Have you made enough of a scene?”

Pan Nan stood protectively in front of Yin Xiaomo, frowning as she assessed An Huini. “What are you trying to do, planning to use Xiaomo’s name to get back on the front page? You’ve been the one constantly trying to hurt her from the start, and now you’ve only succeeded in dropping a rock on your own foot! Besides, your acting is terrible—even your crying looks so artificial!” A few reporters couldn't help but let out a snicker.

An Huini was utterly mortified, unsure whether to continue crying or not. Her facial expression froze, her tears hanging suspended, creating an almost comical picture.

“Dry your tears.”

Yin Xiaomo pulled out a tissue and offered it to her, her voice calm. “If you put all this energy into your actual performance, no one could ever blacklist you.”

An Huini stared blankly at the proffered tissue.

She reached out a trembling hand, intending to take the tissue, but suddenly, with a violent jerk, she slapped Yin Xiaomo’s hand away and shrieked with manic intensity: “I have no chances left! I have absolutely no chances left! This is all your fault! I will never forgive you! Ou Chen ruined me! He won’t even give me a way to live! Yin Xiaomo! I swear I will have my revenge!” Amidst the chaos and loss of control, the awards ceremony security finally arrived from their posts at the main parking entrance. They forcibly dragged the hysterical An Huini away and escorted the reporters, who had somehow infiltrated the area, out.

An Huini cried and shouted as the security guards pulled her, and even after her figure vanished from sight, her sharp cries faintly echoed into the deepening night.

Stars began to rise.

The crimson carpet of the star-studded avenue glowed brilliantly under a sea of camera flashes. Celebrities sparkled, and the cheers from the fans and admirers rolled over in surging waves! Though every female star was draped in luxurious silks and elaborate makeup, when Yin Xiaomo and Pan Nan stepped onto the carpet hand-in-hand, they still drew gasps of awe from the reporters and fans lining the route! Yin Xiaomo wore a pale blue, Grecian-style chiffon gown with a high empire waist that emphasized her slender silhouette. A string of pearls adorned her neck, and her long, beautifully curled hair cascaded down to her waist like seaweed.

She wore minimal embellishments and hadn't piled on the makeup like some other actresses; yet, this simple elegance made her skin look like polished jade and her eyes like starlight, making it impossible for onlookers to look away even amidst a crowd of beauties.

She and Pan Nan walked side-by-side, hands linked.

Pan Nan looked like a prince disguised as royalty—handsome, radiant, charming, and captivating. Together, they seemed to amplify each other’s brilliance, complementing one another perfectly.

“Xiaomo! Pan Nan! Look here!” “Smile for us.” “Be a little more intimate; Pan Nan, put your hand on Xiaomo’s shoulder! Perfect!” The reporters shouted, urging the slowly approaching Xiaomo and Pan Nan into various poses. The flashes were blinding, but they smiled and gracefully accommodated every request.

After the photo session, as reporters loudly beckoned them over for the customary interviews, they began to speculate: since Yin Xiaomo arrived with Pan Nan, Luo Xi must be appearing with Shen Qiang on the star path! As if on cue— “Luo Xi—” “Luo Luo—we love you!” A world-shaking roar suddenly erupted like a tidal wave! The reporters were momentarily stunned by the sheer volume of the shout! Yin Xiaomo followed the sound, looking down the star path, and saw Luo Xi approaching! On the star path, lit brighter than day.

On the vibrant red carpet.

Luo Xi walked alone in a black tuxedo, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips. He waved humbly to the legions of fans shouting his name, appearing ethereal, almost misty, radiating a captivating charisma in every gesture and smile.

The shouts shook the ground! The sides of the star path erupted into pandemonium! Order instantly dissolved as security guards desperately tried to hold back the surging fans! “Shhh—” Luo Xi softly placed a finger to his lips in a silencing gesture, then held his palm down, pressing gently. Miraculously, the frenzied fans quieted down. They stopped desperately struggling against the security cordon, instead shouting with all their might: “Luo Luo—we love you—” “We support you forever!” “Luo Luo—we will follow you for all time!” “…” “…” The fans continued their torrential weeping and chanting as Luo Xi reached the reporters’ interview section.

He saw Yin Xiaomo and Pan Nan and walked over with a smile to greet them. The reporters would never pass up such an opportunity and immediately demanded a photo of the three together.

“Nervous?” Luo Xi, accommodating the reporters, draped an arm around Yin Xiaomo and Pan Nan’s shoulders, flashing his signature smile for the camera. While switching poses, he glanced at Yin Xiaomo and murmured softly, “Are you nervous?”

“Not at all,” Yin Xiaomo replied, smiling toward the dazzling lenses. “But I must congratulate you first on winning the Best Actor award.”

“It’s not certain to be him!” Pan Nan chimed in playfully while posing for the cameras. “What if Luo Xi pulls a major upset and loses? Imagine how awkward your congratulation will sound then, ha!”

The trio finally managed to break free from the reporters’ encirclement and were heading toward the main hall when another wave of heat washed over them from down the star path! This time, it was Shen Qiang arriving with Boss Xia.

Shen Qiang wore her usual black evening gown, accented by a diamond brooch that glittered intensely under the flashes. She held her long neck in cool disdain, the train of her dress swaying elegantly on the red carpet.

She paid little attention to the reporters or fans, walking and murmuring quietly with Boss Xia until they reached the interview area. Spotting Luo Xi, Yin Xiaomo, and Pan Nan, Shen Qiang showed no surprise on her features. Her gaze swept briefly over Yin Xiaomo’s face before she simply greeted Luo Xi: “You’re here.”

Luo Xi smiled and replied, “Yes, you are too.”

Shen Qiang completely ignored the reporters’ requests for a photo, linking arms with Boss Xia and walking with the trio toward the main hall.

Luo Xi, Shen Qiang, and Yin Xiaomo appeared on the red carpet at the same moment! Ignoring Shen Qiang’s aloof demeanor, the reporters simultaneously raised their cameras and snapped wildly at the backs of the three! The aisle of the auditorium could not accommodate five people walking abreast.

Yin Xiaomo deliberately slowed her pace.

Thus, Luo Xi and Shen Qiang walked ahead.

Luo Xi glanced back at Yin Xiaomo, but she was calmly looking at the rows of seats already occupied by many celebrities. When she turned her gaze back, she met Boss Xia’s eyes.

“Miss Yin, I heard about your brother’s situation. I am truly sorry,” Boss Xia said in a deep voice.

Yin Xiaomo flinched. Looking at Boss Xia, a sudden, sharp pain pierced her heart, bringing a torrent of memories flashing through her mind. After a few seconds of pause, she replied calmly, “Thank you for your concern.”

“…Perhaps this is abrupt,” Boss Xia hesitated, “but I wanted to ask, what was it you needed from me at the RBS 30th Anniversary Gala the other night?” Seeing the reports about Yin Xiaomo’s brother, Yin Cheng, having undergone a kidney transplant, and recalling that time frame, various conjectures sparked in his mind, escalating an uneasy feeling rooted in memories from over a decade ago! “It’s all in the past; please forget about it,” Yin Xiaomo finished. She then turned, nodded to Pan Nan, and walked toward the seat bearing her name.

Her steps were swift, and no one noticed her suddenly clenched fingers or the paling of her lips.

She did not wish to disappoint little Cheng, now in heaven.

But—she could not erase the hatred simmering in her heart.

The deep blue curtains fluttered gently in the night breeze.

A simple suitcase rested in a corner of the room.

This was her bedroom.

Here, he had spent the most beautiful night of his life.

Ou Chen slowly surveyed everything in the room: her wardrobe, her discarded shoes, the toiletries on her dressing table, the lilies on her nightstand, and the two picture frames beside the flowers—one holding her and little Cheng, the other showing him, the groom, carrying her, clad in her white wedding dress, in front of the church doors.

He gazed at the photo of her for a long time.

A tearing pain ripped through Ou Chen’s chest repeatedly, as if his heart had been shredded, dark blood continuously welling up.

On the bedroom television screen, her image occasionally flickered into view.

The awards ceremony had officially begun.

The awards were announced one by one. The speeches and thank-yous from the hosts, presenters, and winning stars were nothing more than the rustling noise of dry leaves to him. Ou Chen watched the screen, sitting beside her bed, straining to catch every fleeting glimpse of her.

Among the sea of celebrities.

She was as calmly beautiful as still water.

He only saw her three times in total: once smiling, once applauding, and once lost in thought. Regardless of her expression or action, she was so beautiful she seemed capable of freezing time itself.

Or perhaps, he wished time could simply stop forever, allowing him to forget his decision, forget everything, even if it meant just watching her on the television screen.

The night deepened.

During a commercial break in the ceremony, after a short pause, the highly anticipated awards for Best Actress and Best Actor were next.

The evening had unknowingly entered its latter half.

Why was it that whenever he hoped time would slow down, it always flew by like an arrow? Even the clock on her dressing table ticked rapidly, reminding Ou Chen that the dreaded moment was approaching.

Inside the awards hall.

Dozens of magnificent chandeliers bathed the hall in light, making it resemble a palace. As the Best Actress award was about to be announced, the atmosphere in the nominees’ section suddenly grew tense. Shen Qiang appeared outwardly composed, but her breathing had become noticeably shallow.

Shen Qiang adjusted her breath and glanced at the other nominees beside her, noting that while they strove to maintain smiles, their rigid posture betrayed their equal nervousness.

Except for Yin Xiaomo. Shen Qiang eyed her suspiciously, seeing that she seemed distracted, as if her mind was entirely elsewhere.

She truly couldn’t understand this woman, Yin Xiaomo. Could she really be distracted and unworried at a moment like this? However, Shen Qiang suddenly noticed Yin Xiaomo gripping her handbag tightly, thinking to herself, So, she’s no different after all; she’s just better at hiding it.

Yin Xiaomo was tightly clutching her phone inside the handbag.

She would immediately feel the vibration if a call came through.

She didn't know what decision he would ultimately make. Perhaps she shouldn't have attended the ceremony tonight at all.

She thought vaguely.

It seemed the host was speaking with great excitement, and dazzling spotlights shone piercingly on her and those around her. She only thought in a daze about what decision he would make.

“And now, I announce that the winner of the Best Actress award is—” On the screen, the presenter beamed excitedly at the envelope in his hand, his voice ringing out high and charged. The camera smoothly cut to the five Best Actress nominees. Bright beams of light cycled across the faces of Shen Qiang, Yin Xiaomo, and the three other actresses. The background music instantly sharpened with tension! Ou Chen stood up, staring intently at her on the screen.

Seated in the red velvet chair, amidst the shifting beams of light, she seemed lost in thought, a hazy mist clouding her eyes.

“The winner of the Best Actress award is—” As the presenter’s voice rose with excitement, the music swelled into a breath-holding rhythm! “—Miss Yin Xiaomo!” All the blinding, brilliant spotlights immediately converged solely on Yin Xiaomo! The cameras focusing on the other four actresses vanished.

Yin Xiaomo’s close-up shot rapidly expanded to fill the entire screen! A tidal wave of applause erupted! Every star in the venue looked at her, smiling, clapping for her! The thunderous applause roared in her ears, and the intensely bright spotlights lingered on her face. She squinted slightly, and her drifting thoughts were gradually pulled back by the electric atmosphere of the event.

She glanced around, seeing everyone smiling and applauding her. The host shouted from the stage, “Please, Miss Yin Xiaomo, come up to accept your award!” Yin Xiaomo slowly stood up.

In that moment, it felt like a dream.

The female nominees beside her, equally thrilled, stood up one after another to embrace her. Shen Qiang also reached out and grasped her hand, saying, “Congratulations.”

The applause thundered! Yin Xiaomo walked down the aisle carpeted in red.

Pan Nan was beaming, applauding heartily. He couldn’t hold back and rushed out to give her a huge hug! Yao Shu’er waved to her with a smile! Wei An blew her a kiss! Ling Hao, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, also applauded with a smile! Cai Ni’s applause was grand, the ruby on her finger flashing brilliantly! Director Wu and Zhong Ya also stood up to hug her! On the television screen, she was the absolute focus of attention; the spotlights followed her continuously. So many people warmly embraced and congratulated her. She responded graciously and smilingly to each one. Amidst the dazzling light, Luo Xi gazed at her, gave her a tight hug, and whispered something to her with a smile. She also smiled and whispered something back before walking onto the stage.

Ou Chen watched her quietly on the screen.

She was so beautiful.

She ultimately shouldn't belong to just one person. When he clipped her wings, he extinguished all her light.

She accepted the small golden deer trophy from the presenter.

She offered a humble thank you to the presenter, who smiled, offered congratulations, and stepped back, leaving her the floor for her acceptance speech.

On the magnificent awards stage.

Beneath a huge, glittering crystal chandelier.

A golden microphone stood erect amidst blooming flowers.

A brilliant spotlight illuminated her.

Holding the golden deer trophy, her smile was as serenely beautiful as when she first entered.

After thanking the director, screenwriter, and all the cast and crew of the film Painting Realm, she paused, and a hint of moisture appeared in her eyes: “I once thought I would never be able to return to this stage. When I lost the person most important to me, I believed everything had lost all meaning.”

“Thank you to the friends who stayed by my side and pulled me out of despair. They made me understand that life itself is the most merciful gift from heaven.”

She smiled gently, her smile as beautiful as the morning sun rising over the sea.

“Perhaps those who have passed cannot see me standing here now, but I will continue to strive to live well, so that those I love and those who love me can share my smiles and happiness, even if he is already in heaven.”

Looking directly into the camera, she said softly, “Finally, I must thank my husband. Without you by my side, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly. Thank you.”

Her gaze was so tender, like the gentle waves of the ocean, penetrating the television screen and sinking deep into his heart.

Ou Chen watched her in silence.

The hand gripping the suitcase grew stiff.

For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw what he had desperately yearned for in her eyes, but when the camera cut away, Luo Xi’s face appeared on the screen.

Luo Xi gazed at her, as if she were the only person existing in his world. That deep, intense emotion seemed destined to remain unchanged, even from a distance.

The clock on the dressing table ticked steadily.

Ou Chen stood like a statue for a very, very long time.

Finally, he gently placed a letter on her nightstand, weighing it down with the lily vase. After one last look at the bedroom filled with her essence, he picked up his already packed suitcase and walked out, heavy-hearted.

The door clicked softly shut.

The night breeze lifted the deep blue curtains, allowing them to fly.

The lilies bloomed peacefully.

The letter pressed under the crystal vase shifted slightly in the breeze, as if the night wind itself were reading its contents.

(Letter: Xiaomo: By the time you read this, I will be on a flight to France. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you I was leaving face-to-face, so I am writing this letter instead. There are so many things I want to tell you, but as soon as I pick up the pen, I don't know where to begin. Lately, I've been replaying our past over and over again.)

A white Cadillac stretched sedan moved through the flow of evening traffic.

Ou Chen stared out the window.

The window glass lowered, and the cool night wind mussed his dark hair.

(Letter: Remember the first time I saw you? It was in the height of summer. You were a small child in a white, puffy dress, running out from the tree-lined path, stopping my car by spreading your arms. You were as beautiful and lovely as a fairy-tale angel, like a gift delivered by heaven. It might sound silly, but I, a fourteen-year-old boy, fell for you, who was eleven, at that very moment. If I could have, I would have hidden you tightly in the palm of my hand, letting no one see you, letting no one touch you—not even little Cheng. You grew up, becoming more and more beautiful, shining brighter than any diamond. I gradually began to worry, fearing someone would see you, discover your light, and snatch you away from my side. And then, that person finally appeared. You harbored an unusual affection for that boy named Luo Xi; you would get angry because of him, grow lost in thought because of him, plead with me because of him, and smile for him. Jealousy then began to devour my heart. I had to drive him away, refusing to allow him to stay by your side for even one more second. So, you were right that night under the cherry blossoms—the tragedy that occurred was because of me. It was my domineering possessiveness that destroyed the happiness I held in my hands.)

The Cadillac advanced slowly through the stream of cars.

The night wind was strong, blowing fiercely against the descending window glass.

Ou Chen pursed his lips grimly.

The long green lace danced in the wind, its ornate patterns fluttering in the night, then unfastened from her wrist, only for him to re-tie it onto his own before leaving.

(Letter: Five years later, we meet again. Amnesiac after the car accident, I no longer remember you, yet I am drawn to you once more, falling in love with you again. And this time, I still make the same mistake. My intense possessiveness hasn't faded; it has only grown worse. I block out Luo Xi, deliberately letting him misunderstand the nature of your relationship with me. Knowing exactly who you love, I use Xiao Cheng’s kidney transplant surgery to force you into marrying me. When Xiao Cheng accuses me of using his kidney as leverage and refuses the surgery. When you fall into a high fever and lose consciousness in the hospital bed. I wavered then, wanting to give you back your freedom. But after you recovered, seeing your gentle smile, and the three of us living together like a family, I grew melancholic again. I couldn't bear to leave you, even if it was selfish; I wanted to be with you forever. But ultimately, it was still wrong. When Xiao Cheng passed away, if Luo Xi had been by your side, if the person you loved had been protecting you, if I had let go sooner, perhaps you wouldn't have spiraled into such despair that you nearly broke down. If the person you love is beside you, you would fight to live for them, wouldn't you?) Before this was the*** brilliant airport departure hall.

A white Cadillac pulled up slowly.

The uniformed driver stepped out and respectfully opened the car door for him.

Ou Chen emerged in silence, refusing the driver's offer to take his suitcase.

He dismissed the driver and walked into the departure hall alone, the wheels of his luggage echoing hollowly on the marble floor.

(Letter: For someone like me, heaven actually showed favor. The news that you carried our flesh and blood inside you lifted your spirits again, and it set me on a new path of struggle. I know what family means to you. For the baby, you will fight to protect this home, you will stay by my side forever, and you will strive to forget the shadow of the person in your heart. And I, too, am determined to stay with you forever, watching the baby grow day by day, keeping you both tightly guarded beside me. But, could this be another mistake? Your life shouldn't be sufficient with just the baby; being with the person you love, spending your life with him, that is your true, complete happiness. Before, just being able to stay by your side, watching you, was my greatest joy, and I would stop at nothing to achieve it. But now, I want to see you live happily, just like in Xiao Cheng’s paintings, with a joyful smile that stretches from the corners of your lips to the depths of your eyes. So, I am leaving. Even though I won't be beside you and the baby, I will use all my strength to cherish the child. I am the baby’s father. Whatever decision you make, you and the baby will always be the people I treasure most.) The departure hall at night appeared desolate.

Footsteps echoed softly; in the vast hall, only a few scattered figures remained. Occasionally, boarding announcements for various flights drifted from the loudspeakers, while the night seeped in through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows.

A damp mist seemed to blur his vision as Ou Chen walked woodenly, the dark, gaping fissure in his heart tearing wider and wider, rending him painfully at this very moment of departure.

"I thought you would change your mind," a voice sounded as if from a distant place, like an echo from a deep slumber, yet it drifted into his ears with startling clarity.

Ou Chen paused slightly but did not turn around, merely offering a bitter smile.

He was hallucinating, conjuring the voice he most desperately wished to hear. She should still be at the awards ceremony; how could she possibly be here?

He continued walking forward.

But then, his arm was grasped tightly from behind! Firmly! The gripping force and the tremor in the fingers did not feel like a phantom. Ou Chen slowly stopped moving, hesitating as he looked over. Beyond the massive windows was only inky blackness. Slowly, he turned his head—like a slow-motion scene from a movie, as if the air had been sucked away, leaving utter silence, with only a slender figure standing before him, seeming both real and unreal.

Gradually, the white mist before his eyes cleared.

In the brightly lit departure hall, the woman holding his arm, preventing him from leaving, was clad in a pale blue evening gown, her eyes shining with a brilliant light—it was unmistakably—Yin Xia Mo! The Yin Xia Mo who should still be appearing on television screens! Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

It seemed she had rushed over in anxiety, as if she had just gone through a frantic search, for her cheeks were still flushed with a rosy hue, her eyes held residual emotion, and her breathing was still slightly uneven. The fingers gripping his arm trembled faintly!

"You... how are you here..." Ou Chen stared at her stiffly, his throat hoarse.

"I rushed over from the awards gala, luckily I made it!" Yin Xia Mo's chest rose and fell rapidly. She tilted her head back, smiling at him, but her left hand still clung tightly to his arm, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.

Ou Chen gazed intently at her.

Even at this moment, he still felt her presence was merely a hallucination.

"I peeked at that letter and knew you were leaving..." Yin Xia Mo said softly, apologetically, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have read it, but I felt uneasy. I asked Butler Shen to check the flight you booked and also asked him to call me immediately when he saw you leave."

Her gaze drifted to the suitcase in his hand, and she paused before saying, "But I kept thinking you would change your mind. I thought when I got home after the ceremony, I would find you there... How could you really just leave like this, Ou Chen, this isn't like you..."

Ou Chen closed his eyes tightly and said hoarsely, "What would be like me? Imprisoning you by my side against your will, regardless of who you truly love, taking you by force—that would be more like me, right?"

"No, that's not it!" Yin Xia Mo said anxiously, "That's not what I meant!" She clutched his arm even tighter, as if terrified that he would leave her if she loosened her grip. Then, regulating her breath, she continued, "...Did you hear what I said to you at the awards ceremony? Was my expression not clear enough? Ou Chen, without you, I couldn't have managed to recover from the despair of losing Xiao Cheng. You helped and supported me time and again, so please don't leave, okay?"

Ou Chen looked at her tense expression.

He could see that she genuinely wanted him to stay.

That was enough.

Regardless of the reason... that was enough.

"I'm sorry, Xia Mo..." Ou Chen closed his eyes tightly and murmured, "...I made so many mistakes before; I can't keep making them. If I leave, you will be free."

"Yes, I made many mistakes too."

Yin Xia Mo gazed at him, a tenderness mixed with a certain emotion causing a warm current to flow through her heart. She said softly, "I failed to tell you that I want to be with you forever."

"You don't have to force yourself," Ou Chen managed, controlling the rushing blood throughout his body with logic. He wanted her true happiness, to be with the person she loved.

"I intended to tell you tonight. I thought it would be more romantic if I told you after winning the award."

A hint of shyness touched her smile, unlike the usually composed Yin Xia Mo; she looked more like a slightly awkward young girl. "Of course, even if I hadn't won, I would have told you."

Her hand slowly slid off his arm.

She took his palm firmly in hers.

Her palm was warm, like the sun, and her voice was as warm as the sun: "Ou Chen, Luo Xi is the past... I admit I liked him once, but that was before I married you. Whatever the reason for our marriage, I am your wife, and I have... fallen in love with you."

Love... A roar filled Ou Chen’s head! Did she just say that word...?

"Ou Chen, I am not forcing myself," she took a deep breath and said, "I love you, so please don't abandon me and the baby and leave, okay?"

The world suddenly felt so illusory. Ou Chen momentarily lost his bearings, his last vestige of reason battling with the surging blood, leaving him struggling in a purgatory of ice and fire!

"That would be very irresponsible, wouldn't it? Should I tell our child someday that he had an irresponsible father?" Although there was a playful glint in her eyes, the rapid movement of her chest still betrayed her anxiety while waiting for his answer.

The departure hall blazed as if in daylight.

The airport announcement began calling passengers for the flight to Paris.

Ou Chen's heart suddenly fractured completely, the sharp pain surging, surpassing even the agony he felt when he thought he was leaving her!

"But you have no reason to love me."

If she was lying to him, then this was the first of her...