She spoke incoherently. Ye Nianmo looked at her silently and said for a while: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Ding Yiyi lowered her head in frustration, "I want to tell you not to be sad. No matter how difficult it is, you will get through it one day. I'm sorry, I can't even comfort you."

There was a deathly immersion in the air. She lowered her head and sniffed, holding back tears.

Her head sank, and a pair of hands gently rubbed her hair, "Your comfort is indeed terrible." As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head and glared at him, her eyes already slightly red.

He smiled and leaned down to be eye level with her, his eyes gentle, "But I like it very much."

Ding Yiyi's head was pounding. She looked at her approaching figure and wanted to retreat, but the back of her head was fixed.

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." The phone rang suddenly, and she quickly took out her phone, not daring to look at Ye Nianmo's dark eyes.

"Yiyi, I'm not disturbing you, right?" Ye Chuyun's voice sounded pretty good on the phone.

"Chu Yun!" Ding Yiyi was so happy that she got out of Ye Nianmo's arms and ran to the side with an excited face.

Ye Nianmo gritted his teeth, wishing he could take her phone away and smash it to pieces. Ding Yiyi over there didn't feel Ye Nianmo's gloomy aura at all, and talked happily to Ye Chuyun.

Ye Chuyun said calmly, "I saw your advertisement on TV, it's great."

Ding Yiyi thanked her, a little embarrassed, "Are you okay? Are you ready to return to China?"

Ye Nianmo, who had already returned to work, calmly looked up. Seeing the regretful look on Ding Yiyi's face, he was slightly relieved. When he lowered his head again, the words on the document jumped around as if they were alive. He simply

Stop writing and eavesdrop openly.

Time passed little by little, and he looked at the clock on the wall impatiently, thinking anxiously in his heart, if it was still over, what was there to talk about?

Ding Yiyi didn't feel Ye Nianmo's darkening emotions at all, and she happily talked to Ye Chuyun about interesting things about her work.

Ye Chuyun suddenly said: "Is Ye Nianmo by your side?"

Ding Yiyi was stunned, "How do you know?"

He said quietly, "Because you will become very lively when he is around you."

Is that so? She subconsciously looked up at the person buried in the pile of documents. Ye Chuyun over there smiled and said, "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Let's talk next time."

"Wait!" Ding Yiyi suddenly felt flustered, and the sentence "I'll talk about it next time" struck her heart for no reason. She felt like she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

There was a slight sound of breathing on the other end of the phone, and after a while Ye Chuyun said softly, "Hang up."

"My hair has grown to my shoulders." Ding Yiyi said hastily and hung up the phone.

In a nursing home in Los Angeles, Ye Chuyun was sitting in a wheelchair. His originally strong body was so thin that it made people feel distressed. The sun was shining on him. He held his mobile phone and raised his head to enjoy the sunshine. He murmured, "Thank you,

Yiyi."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yiyi was still a little disappointed. She didn't know why talking to Ye Chuyun made her feel sad, as if the quicksand in her hand was disappearing little by little.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Nianmo approached her. He couldn't stand her thinking about others in front of him.

Ding Yiyi looked at him and suddenly wondered: "Ye Nianmo, what are we doing like this?" She clearly said she wanted to leave, she clearly said she wouldn't meet, but she and him were like magnets. Once there was a possibility of meeting, they would

Attract each other.

Ye Nianmo rubbed her long hair and was silent. He was carrying too many things, affection, friendship, and for love, he chose to put in the deepest corner of his heart.
Chapter completed!