Ye Feimo stood alone at the bedroom door for almost two hours. It was past midnight, and he had no desire to sleep. Wen Nuan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep either.
She was used to his embrace and his scent. Without him, the empty bed was a form of torture. Wen Nuan tried her best to forget his influence on her, but it was no use.
After a bath, she felt a lot better. Wen Nuan didn't want to hold on to Ye Feimo's past. She knew he loved her, and that should have been enough for her.
For a man like Ye Feimo, it was already rare for him to love one woman so deeply. What more could she ask for?
But as soon as she thought this, Wen Nuan felt wronged. She was talented, beautiful, and rich. There were many people who liked her. Why should she have to endure this? Just because she loved Ye Feimo, did she have to be so stifled?
Thinking about this, she felt even more unwilling.
Han Bi was a thorn in her heart that she couldn't remove.
