"Then find someone reliable to go, otherwise you go." Yu Xiuzhun's long eyes turned sharp, and his tone had already sunk.
The assistant who had been with him for many years knew this was a sign of his anger and dared not say more.
He respectfully retreated.
At the port, only Yu Xiuzhun was left, quietly looking into the distance.
His hands resting on the railing, thinking of Ye Mingmei, a gentle glow gradually rose in his eyes.
Foolish woman, wait for me to come back for you.
...
"I don't want to... I don't want to..."
In the quiet bedroom, low murmurs escaped from under the covers.
Ye Mingmei clutched the blanket tightly with both hands, her eyes closed, yet tears trickled from the corners, as if trapped in some terrifying nightmare, unable to escape.
Her pale little face was full of undisguisable panic.
"Ah—"
Ye Mingmei suddenly sat up from the bed, clutching her hair with both hands, her whole body trembling violently.
"Mingmei..."
