Chapter 397: An Empty Shell
When Cheng Anya came in after hearing the noise, Ye Feimo’s fist was against the shattered mirror. His fist was covered in blood. He was bent over, looking defeated and pathetic.
Blood trickled down the mirror. Cheng Anya’s pupils shrank, and her heart ached.
Any mother who saw her child in this state would be heartbroken. She turned around and went downstairs to get the first-aid kit. Ye Sanshao asked, "Is he hurting himself?"
Cheng Anya rolled her eyes at Ye Sanshao. "You haven’t learned anything else, but you’ve inherited this well. Haven’t you ever hurt yourself?"
She went back upstairs, put the first-aid kit down, and without a word, helped Ye Feimo out. Ye Sanshao also came upstairs and sat on the side, frowning silently. Cheng Anya carefully disinfected his hand, applied medicine, wrapped it in gauze, and tied a pretty bow.
Ye Feimo sat there blankly, like a puppet. His soul had been sucked out of him. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was a walking corpse. Cheng Anya put the first-aid kit away.
"Baby, it’s okay. Everything will pass," Cheng Anya said with a gentle smile, lovingly stroking Ye Feimo’s short hair. Ye Feimo was unresponsive. He knew that it would never pass.
Never.
His life seemed to be frozen in this moment, and he would never be able to escape this torment. Why was he so impulsive? Why did he push Wen Nuan away? Whenever he thought about it, his left hand would start trembling again. He wanted to cut off his left hand right away.
Wen Nuan would never forgive him...
Never.
Cheng Anya looked at Ye Sanshao, gesturing for him to say something. Ye Sanshao said calmly, "You should get a divorce."
Ye Feimo’s body stiffened. He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes staring at Ye Sanshao, like a wounded beast that would pounce on someone at any moment. His expression was terrifying.
Cheng Anya was furious. "You better shut up! I knew I shouldn’t have asked you to say anything."
Ye Sanshao clapped his hands. "You see? He didn’t react when you were talking to him, but as soon as I said divorce, he got all worked up. It’s not that I want them to get a divorce. I think the divorce papers will be in his hands in a few days."
"I don’t want a divorce. I don’t want a divorce," Ye Feimo mumbled, his lips extremely pale.
Cheng Anya put her arms around Ye Feimo’s shoulders. "Feimo, just apologize to Wen Nuan sincerely. Wen Nuan is soft-hearted. She won’t be too cruel..."
"She won’t forgive me. She won’t," Ye Feimo said, his face a mix of a smile and a cry. The despair seemed to come from his bones. "I was the one who pushed her down the stairs. I was the one who killed my own child. It was me..."
"Stop it," Cheng Anya said sharply, holding Ye Feimo’s head. "Don’t think about it."
Ye Feimo mumbled, "Mom, I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t mean to... I didn’t want this. I didn’t..."
Cheng Anya’s eyes reddened. She hugged her son tightly.
He hadn’t cried since he was a child. He rarely smiled, was a man of few words, and had no special hobbies. He was just a little awkward, but he was a good kid who was cold on the outside and warm on the inside. Why did he have to go through so many hardships in love?
Cheng Anya was in so much pain. If she had known he would be this sad, she would never have agreed to this marriage. Back then, she had fully supported Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan’s marriage because it was rare for Feimo to be able to love again.
But deep down, she was worried. She was afraid that Feimo would be hurt again. She knew very well what the problems were between Feimo and Wen Nuan. She always thought that since the two of them loved each other, they would be able to tolerate these problems.
She never expected that it would lead to such a tragedy.
Feimo’s hand kept trembling. Cheng Anya held his hand. Other than giving him a hug, she didn’t know how to comfort the pain in his heart. Back then, Ye Ningyuan had gone through something similar. He blamed himself for Hai Lan’s death and was in a slump for a while. But the two brothers had different personalities. Ye Ningyuan was easy to comfort, but Ye Feimo was not. He easily got stuck in his own head.
Moreover, Hai Lan’s death couldn’t be directly blamed on Ye Ningyuan, but the loss of the baby was all Feimo’s doing. No matter how smart and eloquent Cheng Anya was, she felt that her words were useless now. She couldn’t find a single word to comfort Ye Feimo.
Cheng Anya remembered the pain she felt when she lost Hai Lan. It was an unforgettable and extreme pain. When she thought of her smart and mischievous daughter, she would still feel sad and pained. If it weren’t for the fact that she was afraid that Ye Ningyuan would blame himself even more, she didn’t know if she could have gotten through it.
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The Wen family’s house.
Wen Jing brought food to Wen Nuan. She took two bites and lost her appetite. Wen Jing tried to convince her to eat, but Wen Nuan still couldn’t eat even half of it. In the end, with Wen Jing’s threats and cute pleas, Wen Nuan’s mood brightened a little, and she drank half a bowl of soup.
She rarely slept and spent most of her time sitting. Whenever she fell asleep, many things would come to her mind, and she would feel physically and mentally exhausted.
When she thought about what Du Yueying had said when she and Dudi came to visit, she felt even more defeated. For the past two days, she had been afraid to close her eyes and sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, many horrible scenes would appear in her mind.
After eating, Wen Nuan looked at her old photo album. She had looked at it countless times. She never felt anything before, but now, every time she looked at it, she felt sad and wanted to cry.
*Was she really not her parents’ daughter?*
From the miscarriage to now, she had been hit with one blow after another. She didn’t even have tears left. She was so sad that even tears felt pointless. She wanted to cry but couldn’t. She didn’t even dare to ask, afraid that if she did, and her thoughts were confirmed, she would feel even worse.
When Wen Nuan’s mother came upstairs, she saw Wen Nuan looking at her old photo album again.
She had been very fond of looking at old photo albums lately. She would hug them and look at them whenever she had nothing to do. She had loved taking pictures since she was a child, so she had a lot of photo albums, more than ten of them. Wen Nuan’s mother remembered that Wen Nuan liked her photos from middle school the most, but now she was holding her childhood photo album like a treasure, looking at it every day. She found it strange but didn’t think too much about it. She just thought that maybe since Wen Nuan had lost her baby, she was looking at her childhood photos to remember her.
Wen Nuan’s mother sat on the bed and gently stroked Wen Nuan’s face. Her poor child had no flesh on her face at all.
She was skin and bones.
"Why do you like looking at old pictures?" Wen Nuan’s mother asked with a smile. Wen Nuan looked at her mother’s kind and loving face. Her nose and mouth were very much like her mother’s. She had to be her parents’ biological daughter.
How could a kind and loving mother like this not be her mother?
"Nuan Nuan, your in-laws and... Feimo are here. Do you want to see them?"