His back was very straight. He didn't know whether he was numb or was fighting in his heart. Only he knew that this was both a silent fight and a punishment for himself.

Punish yourself for being indifferent to Ding Yiyi, punish him for making her cry and suffer for so many days. Nothing is equally important in the world. When you lose it at the same time, you will always find something more important to rely on.

As long as she is well, the child's affairs are not so important. He only wants her to be well.

In the Buddhist hall, Fu Fengyi pinched the bridge of her nose and looked tired, "Is that child still outside?"

"Yes, madam." the housekeeper replied. He handed her the medicine to lower blood pressure. "Madam, please go and rest first."

She shook her head, "I'm going to stay here tonight. You can go to bed first. You don't need to send anyone to wait on me tonight."

The housekeeper did not dare to disobey her, "Yes, old lady."

He came out of the Buddhist hall, bowed to Ye Nianmo, and then left. When he walked to the corner, he ordered the servants to prepare supper for the two Ye family members.

That night, no one fell asleep. Everyone was tossing and turning, thinking about Ye Nianmo kneeling outside the Buddhist hall.

Ding Yiyi was very hungry. She was sitting on the window sill, her body was so limp that she couldn't use any strength. Her face was pale, and her stomach was spasming from time to time without eating.

Her lips were horribly chapped, with layers of white skin on them, and there were streaks of blood between the skin flakes.

Grandma really wanted to starve her to death, so she left her alone, and her sins were not forgiven.

She smiled, her mouth slightly curved, her dry lips cracked, snowdrops gushed out from the wound, and she licked away all the blooddrops.

She felt her bloody stomach protesting, which not only did not relieve her hunger and thirst, but made her even hungrier. She opened her eyes, which were filled with red bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep.

Finally, her limp body moved, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. When she opened the water tank, there was no water at all.

She stretched out her hand and wiped it on the inner wall of the water tank, and her fingers were stained with some water droplets that had not had time to evaporate.

Licking the water droplets off the fingers bit by bit, not only did the chapped lips not get relieved, but these actions caused the wound to crack again.

She returned to the window again, except for the physical pain, but her heart was surprisingly peaceful. This was a mistake she made, she chose the wrong path, even if the Ye family did not forgive her, even if the price she paid was her life, she

No regrets at all.

In the last days of his life, apart from Ye Nianmo, the man opposite him was in my mind. What was more terrifying than death was the loneliness with no end in sight.

The sky outside the window is gray, the moon hangs in the distance, half hidden in the clouds, the sky in the distance is already glowing with white light, and it will be dawn soon.

The light came on in the room on the second floor of the villa opposite, and then a figure flashed past. Ding Yiyi found that the man never stayed in bed, and even got up at the same time every day.

After the man got up, he opened the door and walked out, and came back after a while. This time, he did not sit down at the table with coffee and start writing like he had done a few days ago. Instead, he took out a box from the closet.

Is he leaving? Ding Yiyi suddenly felt very sad. She wished that he would accompany her through the last journey of her life.

The man opened the closet and neatly put the clothes into the box. Then he walked to the table and put away all the items on the table.

In a daze, he seemed to glance this way, and then closed the curtains.

Ding Yiyi's world was completely gray. She stared at the beige curtains opposite, printed with landscapes, for a while, but they never opened again.

Now that the man is gone, her life will come to an end, right? She looked at the sky calmly, waiting for her own moment.

When the sun rose, the sunlight shone on her body, coating her body with a golden light, like an angel descending from the sky.

Ye family

The heavy door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open, and the housekeeper helped Fu Fengyi out.

Overnight, she seemed to have aged a lot, and she seemed to have run out of energy. Looking at her beloved grandson kneeling in front of her, she only said one sentence, "No. 14, Block 13, Jinlin Garden."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the sparkle in her grandson's eyes and added lightly, "From now on, you and she don't have to see me anymore."

The light in Ye Nianmo's eyes gradually dimmed. He stood up slowly and knelt down again the next second. His knees fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

The housekeeper felt Fu Fengyi's arm stiffen immediately, so he let go of her hand and stepped forward to help the young master up.

Ye Nianmo waved his hand, and he slowly stood up. His bent knees could not be straightened for a while. After a while, his shaky body finally stood still.

He bent deeply towards Fu Fengyi, and when he straightened up again, his eyes were not only concentric but also firm.

Watching her grandson leave, Fu Fengyi turned around and returned to the Buddhist hall. In the Buddhist hall, the only thing that remained unchanged was the eyes of the Buddha statue.
Chapter completed!