After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Once a corner of the dusty memory is opened, it is like countless sparks flying out, shooting out and burning the thin paper covering the memory.

The more it burns, the more prosperous it becomes.

When she returned to the villa, the two mercenaries at the door nodded slightly to her as usual.

The fountain in the yard was flowing with constant sound, and large tracts of green plants were bathed in the evening sunset. She walked into the house, and the Steinway piano stood quietly in the corner. She had seen every valuable painting on the wall countless times.

Very strange, yet very familiar.

I don’t know when it started, but Ye Xiaowu has already regarded this place as his “home”.

Her wandering thoughts dulled her hearing and senses.

In the innermost bathroom on the first floor, the sliding door opened, the sound of running water suddenly appeared, and she did not react when a tall and slender figure lazily came out of the bathroom, clutching a dry towel and wiping his hair.

Her face looked wooden, as if she was unhappy that he was back.

Xiao Yan threw the clean towel on her head and said coldly with a snort of laughter: "I haven't seen you for three days. I'm a stranger again, right?"

Pulling off the towel that was blocking my vision, I looked over hesitantly—

The man was tall and had long legs, nearly 1.9 meters in height. He casually wore a loose bathrobe with a belt loosely tied around his waist. Below his collarbone, his chest muscles were lean and strong. With such a superior body, he had an extremely superior face.

Relaxed and lazy nobility, unrestrained and uninhibited.

But the long-term control of life and death and killing has settled in his bones and blood, making him unusually calm and composed, with a distinct sense of oppression.

Suddenly, I remembered the first time Ye Xiaowu woke up in the private hospital. When he saw this figure and this face, he was stunned for several seconds and was forcibly attracted to him.

When he seriously lied that he was her fiancé, she was thinking that her taste in choosing men was really fucking terrible.

The red hairband on his right wrist stung her eyes.

The previous one was torn in her villa in Naples, and this one was the new one she bought later.

He kept wearing such a cheap thing.

"Could this red hairband belong to your Bai Yueguang?"

"It is."

"Will you leave me when your Bai Yueguang comes back?"

"She's dead, and from now on there's only Ye Xiaowu."

Ye Xiaowu...

This name, as casual as a cat or a dog, is really her original name.

Apart from her biological parents, there was only one person who remembered that her original name was Ye Xiaowu...

A little mute who has been following Little Chatterbox in the welfare home for almost two years.

Lao K is the assistant and bodyguard who lurks beside Yan Haoyue in South City.

Xiao Yan, who shared life and death with Ye Xiaowu in Southeast Asia and northern Myanmar.

They are all one person.

The red hairband belongs to Yan Haoyue, and also to Ye Xiaowu.

The one who died in the explosion in Nanyang Chinatown was Yan Haoyue, and the one who survived became the original Ye Xiaowu.

She is Yan Haoyue, and also the real Ye Xiaowu.

They were clearly from two different worlds, yet their paths crossed three times.

It turns out that what always makes her take a second look is never the same style, but the same person.

The little mute pretended that he couldn't speak. It didn't matter. It was not a big deal and the little chatterbox wouldn't care.

It doesn’t matter if Old K leaves without saying goodbye. At most, Yan Haoyue will lose a cheap and capable assistant.

But Xiao Yan...how come it doesn't matter this time?

She didn't want to care about it. She didn't even like her sworn brother Yan Chen that much. The balance in her heart selfishly tilted towards Xiao Yan.

But no matter how stupid or bad Yan Chen was, he was doing it in the name of saving her. How could he kill him?

She looked up at him, her eyes red, "Did you kill Yan Chen? He didn't go back to South City, right?"

Being questioned suddenly, Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, but not too surprised.

Just seeing her crying, he subconsciously reached out to pull her, "I thought it was something, he chose to die, who can he blame? Stop crying, have you had dinner?"

His tone was calm and casual, as if the death of an insignificant ant was not even worth denying.

With a crisp "pop" sound.

Just as his palm was about to touch hers, she opened it forcefully.

"You clearly promised me to let him go, why did you lie to me? Anyone can die, why did he have to die!"

Xiao Yan paused for a moment after his hand was opened. When she dodged and retreated, he firmly grasped her wrist and pulled her back: "He's dead, he's not your biological brother. Do you still have to cry for him for seven days?"

He frowned, not because he was unhappy with her questioning, but because he was unhappy that she was going to resist him again for Yan Chen.

He forcefully pulled her into his arms and tried to wipe her tears.

She collapsed and clutched the bathrobe on his shoulders, gritting her teeth and roaring, "I have promised to stay with you, why don't you let him go! Xiao Yan...you can kill many people, why do you want to kill Yan Chen..."

Ye Xiaowu is willing to stay with him for a long time.

Why did he move Yan Chen who came to save her!

Xiao Yan let her vent her anger, looked at her calmly without blinking, and said, "He deserves to die."

Tears blurred her vision, and she stared at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

There was undisguised contempt and indifference in his eyes, "Who is Yan Chen? Do you think he is you? If you kill me, I won't bother with you because you are Ye Xiaowu."

"If he kills me, he must die."

"Did I promise you to let him go, provided he doesn't do anything naughty, or do you think that his life is life, but mine is not?"

If it weren't for Eagle's shot.

He is the one dying now.

Xiao Yan suddenly became very curious and looked straight into her eyes. "You can only choose one between Yan Chen and me. If you want him to live, I must die. Ye Xiaowu, do you want me to die, or him to die?"

She cried and laughed at him, mocking him, "Yan Chen deserves to die, and you deserve to die even more."

He would never understand what Yan Chen's death meant.

Yan Haoyue will never be able to be with Xiao Yan again.

He forced her to stay by his side, to be attracted to him, to be attached to him, and even... to want a future with him.

But Yan Chen, who came to save her, died in his hands.

He put her in this dilemma.

She could no longer stay by Xiao Yan's side with peace of mind.

The Yan family is no longer her way back.

Everything has changed.

Ye Xiaowu could not succumb to his feelings and continue to stay with Xiao Yan.

Yan Haoyue also couldn't go back to the Yan family in a carefree manner and pretend that nothing had happened.

It felt like a huge hole had been torn in my chest, and the cold wind was howling into it.

She said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yan, please let me go..."

Xiao Yan grabbed a pistol, loaded it with bullets, and stuffed it into her hand. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "I deserve to die, right? That shot hit Yan Chen in the left chest. Why don't you shoot me in the same place? It's not the first time you've shot me anyway."

The cold gun handle was forced into his palm.

She tried desperately to open her fingers, but his palm locked her hand tightly like an iron wall.

Can't loosen, can't break free.

The gun was aimed at his left atrium and killed him instantly.

He forcefully pushed his index finger into the trigger.

Tears fell on the gun and she sobbed, "Don't..."

Xiao Yan chuckled: "What do you mean by not wanting? Didn't you just say that I deserve to die more than Yan Chen? You can leave if you want. After I die, you can go wherever you want."

It's difficult for others to kill him.

Ye Xiaowu is more capable, so it would be easy for her to kill him.

He covered her entire hand with the hand wearing the red hairband, forcing her to shoot.

Ye Xiaowu shook his head frantically, his face turning pale with fear.

I really didn't want to shoot, and I couldn't bear to shoot him.

Xiao Yan pulled out the gun, threw it aside, picked up the man, and said without even getting angry: "I really didn't mean to kill Yan Chen, he just ran into the gun himself, you can't blame me for this, right? I handled this matter inappropriately, but it's a fuss, I can't just skip a meal for Yan Chen."

Yan Chen is dead, and Ye Xiaowu cried like this for him, isn’t it enough?

I didn’t eat for a week because of a guy named Li. Do I have to go without food for a month because of Yan Chen this time?

Xiao Yan felt annoyed just thinking about it, and frowned slightly at her, "Are you dumb? What do you want to eat? It's not too late to cry to Yan Chen after you eat."

He didn't care whether Yan Chen lived or died.

To him, the death of Yan Chen was just the death of someone who wanted to kill him, so not setting off firecrackers was already a great mourning.

Xiao Yan was right.

Yan Chen is also right.

Only Yan Haoyue, who is caught in the middle, would be wrong no matter who he stands with.

She did not mention anything about Yan Chen to Xiao Yan again, nor did she tell Xiao Yan that she had recovered her memory.

She forgot that she was Yan Haoyue and instinctively continued to play the role of Ye Xiaowu. This time, even Xiao Yan, who had strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, was unable to see through her.

Both love words and lies sound very sweet, and once you get into the role, you can't tell them apart.

In Xiao Yan's eyes, Ye Xiaowu seemed to have put Yan Chen's death behind him.

They reconciled naturally.

That night, she was still lying in his arms, happily making plans for a New Year's Eve trip to California.

Halfway through the plan, she threw away her phone and became entangled.

He made her cry and she hugged his neck as if she would never leave.

Ye Xiaowu and Xiao Yan are about to usher in their first New Year, and possibly their last.

……

Before going to Los Angeles for New Year's Eve, Ye Xiaowu's period had not come for more than a month.

From the Mexican prairie, he promised her to wear a condom, and they did it every time afterwards.

Only that night in Tamanta's hotel in Mexico did he buy a box of medium-sized condoms, but he didn't use them, only that time.

At that time, she vaguely remembered that she had been taking short-acting contraceptive pills and did not take any pills afterwards.

More than a month has passed.

A lot of things happened during this journey. On the Su family's freighter, Su Fang injected her with a unique drug of low but not high purity.

If I am really pregnant and I don't have an abortion, can I still keep the child?

She sat on the toilet, unable to express any emotion, and didn't even want to seek confirmation.

If we conduct an inspection in Nanyang, it would be easy for Xiao Yan to find out.

If she had a child, she would never leave his side in her life.

Heading to New York soon...

She hopes that in her last days as Ye Xiaowu, Ye Xiaowu will be happy and get what he wants.

What Yan Haoyue had never gotten in the past twenty-five years of his life, Ye Xiaowu got completely, and that was already very good.