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

It’s so cold in New York after the snow.

Coming out of the cafe, the cold wind was biting.

The phone rang. Xiao Yan called and asked nonchalantly, "Where are you strolling?"

"almost home."

"Okay, what about the interview?"

She said casually: "It's just average. The monthly salary I negotiated is not as high as the daily salary you offered."

I don't know which sentence made him happy.

There was an obvious smile in the casual and low-pitched voice.

He didn't try to comfort her, but said half jokingly and half seriously: "I won't fire you, you can fish for the rest of your life."

The cold wind turned the tip of her nose red, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "Will there be a day when you are out of money and can't pay the wages?"

He snorted and laughed: "You don't want me anymore if you have no money, right?"

"Ah."

Tsk.

She even dared to give him a "hmm".

Even when she's not around, he's still tough. When we got back to New York, he made her unable to even moan in bed.

Xiao Yan lazily ordered: "Don't hesitate, it's cold outside, go home quickly."

He can't meet for the interview on any day, but he has to choose a very cold day when the snow hasn't melted yet to go out and ask Uncle Fei to drive him there. I guess he's not happy about it, because he thinks Uncle Fei is his spy.

Okay, just for the love heart she drew on the glass, forget about it for now and trust her.

This will avoid watching them too closely and causing the hostile situation we saw in Nanyang.

I thought I would get tired of the pleasure of mutual consent after enjoying it, but not only did I not get tired of it, I was even a little addicted to it.

Inexplicably, she recalled that day. It was snowing in New York, and there were random things written and drawn on the foggy French windows. Afterwards, she leaned in his arms, limp as if she had no bones. Her body was filled with his scent, and she would glance at him from time to time.

People's desires can really be nurtured and become spoiled.

Once you feel it at a certain moment, you become greedy for more.

……

On the first day of taking mifepristone tablets, she only felt a slight pain in her stomach, and even Uncle Fei, who was taking care of her, did not notice anything unusual.

Except for three meals a day, she stayed in her bedroom.

By the next evening, the medical abortion process was basically complete, and the six-and-a-half-week-old embryo in her belly should have died completely.

The ultrasound that day showed that the embryo had grown a bud, but the fetal heart was underdeveloped. It was not even a complete fetus, and she didn't like children either.

But as she watched it turn into pools of blood and be discharged from her body bit by bit, her stomach ached so much, I don't know if it was due to the physiological or psychological effects.

It was like a cold blade was stirring inside, peeling off the broken residue bit by bit.

I don’t know if it’s a man or a woman.

It's just a deformed, incomplete embryo.

It didn't even come when she expected it.

So what's there to be sad about?

She curled up on the thick wool blanket beside the bed, hugging her knees. The more she tried to comfort herself, the more she cried.

The Buddhist beads on his left wrist were wet by the falling tears.

But Yan Haoyue, you should be happy, because soon you can use this to end this forced relationship.

Some relationships are like buttoning a shirt. If you button the first one wrong, all the subsequent ones will be wrong.

But what should Ye Xiaowu do?

She is rooted in her body. Can she flow out of her body mixed with blood and water like this deformed embryo?

New York after the snow is lonely and gloomy.

In the photo album, the California sunshine is warm, the sunset is charming, and Xiao Yan, Ye Xiaowu, and their unborn child seem to have stayed there forever.

……

The third morning after the medical abortion.

She said to Uncle Fei: "Uncle Fei, I have a fever and want to go to the hospital."

Uncle Fei quickly reached out and touched her forehead. "Yes, you have a slight fever. Is it because you got cold when you went out for an interview the day before yesterday?"

He asked as he put on his coat and prepared to go out.

Ye Xiaowu shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It might be caused by taking abortion pills."

Uncle Fei was stunned. "What did you say?"

This was like a bolt from the blue.

But Ye Xiaowu was exceptionally calm and said very frankly: "I didn't go for an interview the day before yesterday. I found out I was pregnant, so I made an excuse and slipped out to buy medicine. Today is the third day of the abortion, so I have to go to the hospital for a check-up."

Uncle Fei was still calm, so he said, "Let's take you to the hospital for a checkup first. I'll call Vincenzo later."

After a series of examinations, it turned out that the abortion was clean and the low fever was only caused by fluid insufficiency due to the medication, so it was not a big problem.

The doctor prescribed some iron supplements and some medicine to restore the uterus. After giving the instructions, Uncle Fei took Ye Xiaowu home.

The flight from Nanyang to New York takes at least thirteen hours.

During these ten or so hours, Ye Xiaowu seemed to be waiting for the verdict.

Oh, no, it should be Yan Haoyue.

……

It was already night when Xiao Yan arrived at 57th Street in Manhattan.

New York is a city without night. It is prosperous and sinful.

After dinner, she sat on the carpet beside the bed, unconsciously fiddling with the Buddhist beads on her left wrist.

My body is very tired, but I am not sleepy at all.

When a shadow covered his eyes, the person Ye Xiaowu was waiting for arrived.

Xiao Yan looked down at her with a dark look in his eyes: "How old is that child?"

"Six and a half weeks."

"Why?" Xiao Yan leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders and asked, "Did the Yan family come to you again and tell you something? Even after Yan Chen died, they still don't know how to calm down. Do they want you to abort the child?"

There was an obvious murderous intent in his eyes.

She stared at him and said word by word in a choked voice: "It has nothing to do with the Yan family. It's me. I don't want to have your child."

Six and a half weeks.

Six and a half weeks... the one on the Mexican prairies?

"When did you know you were pregnant?"

She didn't hide anything and said truthfully: "Before going to California for New Year's Eve."

Xiao Yan was stunned.

Suddenly he sneered.

Oscar said that during the first month of his wife's pregnancy, she would not even get out of bed in order to protect the fetus.

Ye Xiaowu knew clearly that she was pregnant.

Deep sea diving, skydiving, whatever sport is dangerous, do it.

Ah.

She had never intended to have this child from the beginning.

Xiao Yan didn't believe it. He tightened his fingers around her shoulders and looked into her eyes: "Why did you take a photo with me on Sunset Boulevard in California?"

Since she doesn't even want his child, why would she take the initiative?

She smiled, as if mockingly, and opened her phone to find the photo of the sunset.

Ask him: "Is this the one? Actually, it has no meaning at all. This is just my first move to get you to set me absolutely free."

She can delete it now.

Also, delete the recently deleted ones completely.

Xiao Yan still didn't believe it: "New Year's Eve kiss in California, where is the heart painted on the glass window?"

Were these also lies to him?

"Yes, whether it was the New Year's Eve kiss in California or the love heart painted on the glass window, they were all just ways for me to gain your trust. If I hadn't done this, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to go out alone and buy abortion pills."

She looked up at him and smiled, without a single tear falling.

He added calmly, "But I didn't expect you to be so gullible. You believed the love heart on the glass window, just a few strokes of the pen."

She took off the Buddhist beads from her left wrist.

With a thud, he threw it on the floor.

"It is this Buddhist bead that you forced me to wear in the Savage Mountain in northern Myanmar. Later, the Yan family wanted to take me away, and I took it off with great difficulty and returned it to you. I can finally go back to South City, but..."

She sniffed and said in a sonorous voice, "You were on the Su family's cargo ship, and you put this broken Buddhist bead on my wrist. I don't care about it at all. If it weren't for you, I would have followed Yan Chen back to South City. You actually killed Yan Chen."

Every word she spoke was clear and sharp.

Every word was like a sharp blade, violently stirring his internal organs and crushing them into pieces.

He just stared at her in extreme coldness, without blinking.

"So, you killed our child to avenge Yan Chen?"

"Yes."

"Who the hell is Yan Chen? How can he be compared with our child?!"

He squeezed her shoulders, almost crushing them.

"Ye Xiaowu, you can do anything, but why did you kill our child? Tell me that the Yan family lied to you and you were confused for a moment. Tell me, I won't bother with you."

No matter what others do, it won't work.

She, Ye Xiaowu, can do anything.

She opened her lips and said the cruelest words to him in a light voice: "Xiao Yan, someone like you doesn't deserve to have children."

The atmosphere was dead silent and depressing.

He just looked at her, and there seemed to be a moment of confusion in his eyes, which were always extremely calm.

Something, the calmness was completely shattered.

Ah.

Ha ha.

He sneered.

As he laughed, a sinister look appeared in his eyes.

She could obviously continue to be passive towards him like before, and their relationship would remain the same as before, as long as she stayed by his side obediently.

but……

She chose to get involved and lure the enemy deeper.

The group photo at Sunset Boulevard, the New Year’s Eve kiss in California, the love on the glass window...it’s all his fault!

Let him win first.

Let him die again.

Ye Xiaowu is the best chess player.

Much more cruel than him.