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ssip either, "I heard from Lin Jia that Zhao Yuning just recovered from a suicide attempt and her body isn't doing well. My eyes must be playing tricks on me, she's dancing so vigorously, how could s...She is an actress, needing to maintain her figure. She always drinks tea to keep in shape. Her house is filled with all sorts of teas and tea sets, yet she dislikes drinking them. Sometimes, however, she'll watch as others brew and sip their tea.

Everyone says that women who can make and enjoy tea have good temperaments, are sophisticated, and gentle. There's definitely an air of scholarly refinement about her. Every time I see her intently brewing tea, it's a pleasure to watch.

He enjoyed watching her make and drink tea, but rarely drank tea with her.

After the divorce, he fell in love with tea drinking. He often took out her tea set at home, and learned to brew and sip tea just like she did. He savored the bitterness and fragrance of the tea, enjoying everything she enjoyed, feeling closer to her in this way.

After a year of marriage, he seemed to know little about her and rarely showed interest in her hobbies.

Sipping her tea, thinking of her, my heart felt a little better, and I had a bit more hope, a touch of joy.

A moment of silence passed between them, neither knowing what to say to break the tension.

Nuan lowered her head and didn't speak. Ye Fei Mo finished his tea in the cup again, and poured another one. Nuan couldn't help but say, "Your stomach isn't good, don't drink so much tea."

He drank half a pot of tea. I don't know if he had dinner or not, just drinking tea like this, later on it will be hard to bear, the warmth couldn't stop his thoughts, when he was at Washington Hospital, I wanted to ask him how he was doing, is the stomach cancer better

but I dare not ask.

She was afraid that others would know she still loved him.

Ye Fei Mo glanced at her, pursed his lips without speaking. The tea fragrance rose and fell, warming up the atmosphere as she tried to find a topic to talk about, but she didn't know what to say to Ye Fei Mo. As a divorced couple, her deliberate alienation and cruel words were now overshadowed by attempts at warmth. What use were kind words after all that had been said

She lowered her head in shame, speechless.

Ye Fei Mo was never a talkative person, and at this moment, he wished no one would speak. He was afraid that in a fit of impulse, he would say something that would embarrass Wen Nuan. Wen Nuan, enraged, swept her sleeves and left. Ye Fei Mo rarely had such an opportunity to be with Wen Nuan. He wanted to quietly sip his tea and not miss this chance.

He always can't control his sharp tongue, sometimes he quite hates his sharp mouth. He can be mean to anyone, except those who are warm... .

"By the way, what time are you getting home" Wen Nuan asked with a warm and awkward smile. She tried to appear natural, but felt even more clumsy.

"Home" Ye Fei Mo sneered in his heart, the sarcastic remark was almost out of his mouth, he held back, and said calmly, "The day after tomorrow."

Wen warmly hummed in agreement, then fell silent again.

"How did you come to drink tea" Ye Fei Mo took the initiative to ask.

Warmly smiled, "Today everyone is free to celebrate. We're singing downstairs and those with sore throats can come upstairs for tea. What about you"

"Coincidence." Ye Fei Mo said simply. It turned out she was singing downstairs, her life still vibrant and colorful without him. It seemed only he was trapped in the pain of the past, unable to extricate himself.

Warmth noticed that his face was rather displeased, but didn't know what to say.

Non-Mo, what can I do to make you happier

Before, she could get him to surrender with just a little coquettishness and feigned grievance. But now, that probably wouldn't work. She wouldn't even try it. Their identities were different now. She really wanted to ask him about his phone call on Christmas Day, but she didn't know how to bring it up.

For such a proud man to utter such words is no easy feat. If pressed further, he would surely fly into a rage.

Does he really miss her

Looking at him like this, he doesn't seem to be thinking about her. A warm smile touched her lips as she chuckled wryly. Didn't she know Ye Fei Mo He'd always been so contradictory, wouldn't he Always so stoic and expressionless on the surface, but inside... it was a completely different story.

Warmth was tinged with sadness, the stalemate between the two unable to be broken.

Too much had happened between them, leaving both parties feeling helpless.

Ye Fei Mo deeply inhaled the aroma of tea. After their divorce, this was the first time he and she had gotten along so peacefully. What had warmed his attitude and made him less cold and hard Was it the phone call on Christmas Eve

If so, why didn't she call him back afterward, and now not a word

She took the initiative to be nice to him. Could it be that she had thoughts of returning to his side Ye Feimo became enraged, feeling utterly foolish. He really was a masochist, craving warmth above all else. There were many beautiful and kind women in the world, some even surpassing Warmth in every way. Why did he fall for someone like her

When Han Bi left, he had never felt so desperate to have her back. He had never in his life thought about asking a woman to love him, only Warmth.

If humbling oneself could move the warmth to pity, he would return to his side, and he thought he would seek warmth from it.

He had made preparations to give up everything, why wouldn't she offer him a glimmer of hope

Even a glimmer of hope, he was willing to give it a try.

He has been pleading with her on the phone to come back.

Isn't that enough

How could she possibly go lower

"Haven't you been busy lately" Wen Nuan really didn't have any topics to talk about with Ye Fei Mo, so she casually asked. If he wasn't busy, he wouldn't have gone on a business trip abroad for New Year's.

"Not busy." Ye Fei Mo replied coldly.

He knew what Wenwen was thinking, but Wenwen had no idea. He wasn't busy at all; he only came to America because on Christmas Day, he wanted to call her, but there was no answer. He just wanted to see her.

I really want to meet you, especially after seeing Xu Wenhui, I'm even more eager.

A warm face, with patches of paleness, slightly biting her lip. She was reluctant to talk about work or her marital issues. They seemed to have nothing left to talk about. Silence, unexpectedly, felt so painful.

"Is anyone spending Chinese New Year in America this year"

"Warmly shook her head, "In a few days I'll go to Longzhuang with my brother."

Ye Fei Mo frowned, letting out a light snort, and couldn't help but retort to Wen Nuan, "They always say that raising someone is worse than giving birth to them. Your parents raised you for nothing."

Her warm complexion suddenly turned pale, biting her lips hard. Little did he know, her closeness to Long Chengtian stemmed not only from their familial bond but also from her desire to learn about the curse. And for whom was she doing this

Why do you have to talk about her like that

Ye Fei Mo regretted the moment the words left his mouth, "Shit, Ye Fei Mo, you're a genius."

Though he didn't want her to be angry, he still wanted to make her angry.

He wanted to say something to lighten the suddenly awkward atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say. The two fell silent again, Wen Nuan lowering her head to sip her tea.e first learned to play the guitar. Kaka taught her step-by-step. At that time, they were on Agent Island, the first terrorist organization's Agent Island, which she was not allowed to go to randomly....