C123 (2/2)

Were they in a meeting? Or … Yi Hao had something to discuss with them?

Would her appearance here disturb them?

Warmth opened her bright eyes and stared straight at everyone present. Her eyes flashed when she saw the dejected Yi Hao, who was lying on the sofa.

Ihao was now wearing a white shirt and no coat, and perhaps the collar was undone. Chaos, his entire face was clearly exhausted. There were some black stubble growing on the corners of his mouth, and even his hair … It was rather chaotic.

Wasn't he handling matters? Why was he so depressed after not seeing him for three days?

However, she didn't know that during these three days, it wasn't a matter of business that was bothering her. She just didn't know how to face her.

He couldn't be as doting on her as he was before. He couldn't be indifferent to his mother's and Yue Yue's deaths …

It had been a long time since he had been so lost, and the pain of the attack almost made him collapse. He was not a god. He was not someone who could pass any obstacle. He was a man of ordinary flesh and blood.

He also longed for a happy and warm home, with his loving parents, his loving wife, and even the children that he and his wife had given birth to.

All these years, he had never married. It did not mean that he did not want to marry, but rather, he knew that the only woman he would ever love would never become his wife. Even if he did become his wife, he would never be able to live happily with her.

There was no way for him to not avenge his mother, and he couldn't stand by and watch the people he liked being tortured like that …

He had once loved that girl so much that he was even willing to risk his life for her.

Perhaps she would never know that he could be her bodyguard. It wasn't something that she could become just by saying a few words to Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao had assigned him a mission. Only if he completed it, would he be qualified to be her bodyguard. And that mission was the one that was always hanging on the tip of his tongue: Ruthlessness …

Although he didn't interact much with anyone at the age of fourteen, and although he often treated others coldly, he still couldn't help but feel terrified the first time his hands were stained with blood.

After all, that was his first time killing someone …

However, he felt that it was worth it for her sake.

But why, why had he tried, given, tolerated, loved, believed in … In exchange for a miserable ending?

What did he get in return? It was deceit, betrayal, and loss …

If he had to choose for himself, he would rather have been the one to die under the cold spear than his own mother. Perhaps then, he wouldn't be in such pain.

But now …

What should he do, what should he do, everything... Chaos!

After tidying up for three days and three nights, he still could not come up with any clues. He felt as if he were about to suffocate to death in that airtight space with no way out.

Warmth stood outside the door, looking at the bedraggled Iggy, and felt a sharp pang in his heart. Although she didn't understand why he had such a look on his face now, she knew he must be struggling with himself.

Although they hadn't seen each other for ten years, she still understood him very well.

Inexplicably, looking at his confused eyes, she suddenly had a bold idea. That the confusion must be related to her.

Seeing this scene, Warmth didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Happily, from the beginning to the end, he wasn't completely emotionless towards her. He still had his own existence in his heart. Sadly, she couldn't imagine how he had managed to survive ten years ago, facing such a situation and betrayal.

Her heart ached. It was truly a heartache!

That kind of pain could only be felt after deep love. What's so sad about it? What was a piercing pain? The pain was even more intense, surging, surging …

She couldn't help but think about it as she walked slowly to Ihao's side with red eyes. When the smell of alcohol filled her nose, she couldn't control the emotions in her heart any longer and directly hugged him from behind.

When Yi Hao realized that the person hugging him was warm, his eyes flashed slightly.

”Brother Yi Hao … Sorry... Sorry... Sorry... Don't be sad, okay? ”It's my fault, it's all my fault …” Back then, she was wrong, she shouldn't have liked him, shouldn't have provoked him tyrannically, and then announced that he was her ”private property.” If the two of them hadn't fallen in love at that time, even if Leng Xiao had killed his mother, he wouldn't have become so miserable due to revenge.

She was wrong, she was really wrong! All of this was because of her …

Hearing those warm words, Yi Hao's eyes were still cold. He opened his mouth and ordered in a low voice, ”Scram!”