The villa's porch light was very bright, and against the light, I couldn't see Fu Yanshen's face clearly, but I could feel his burning gaze fixed on me without blinking.

I looked away, pretending to admire the scenery, and kept taking deep breaths.

The autumn evening breeze, carrying a slight chill and a faint scent of pine, gradually calmed me down, and I noticed that the Osaka pine tree I bought at great expense years ago hadn't been pruned in a long time.

When I turned my gaze again, the door was empty and Fu Yanshen was nowhere to be seen.

I strode up the steps and into the house.

The man, dressed in a dark blue silk robe, stood with his back to me under the dazzling giant chandelier, exuding a cool and noble aura.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over me indifferently. "Why are you here?"

An indifferent expression, a distant tone.

He looked very tired, with dark blue under his eyes and a thin frame.

My gaze involuntarily fell on his chest, and through the V-neck of his robe, I could vaguely see brownish hypertrophic scars...

My nose tingled, and I quickly looked away, clearing my throat as I said, "You left a suit with me before, and I haven't taken it... I'm on my way tonight, so I'm bringing it to you."

I said calmly.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the paper bag I was carrying, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before he spoke:

"If you find it an eyesore, just throw it away. Why bother sending it to a place you don't want to be here?"

His tone was clearly sarcastic and mocking.

I understood what he meant, so I didn't say anything, walked to the sofa, put down the bag, and left.

She hadn't taken two steps when she involuntarily turned around, her gaze falling once more on his chest. "Fu Yanshen, what happened to your heart...? Why did you need a transplant?"

I finally asked the question that had been on my mind all along.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanshen stared at me, his deep eyes swirling with complex emotions. I couldn't discern his feelings, only catching a fleeting glimpse of bitterness.

In an instant, he clenched his fists, his handsome face turning cold and stern. "What's it to you?"

It was a cold and distant tone that kept me at arm's length.

Yeah... What does it have to do with me? It's not like I had a heart transplant.

I clenched my fists tightly, straightened my back, and turned to leave.

I had only taken two steps when Fu Yanshen suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me hard, forcing me to turn around and crash into his hard chest. My heart skipped a beat.

The man's rough palms cupped my cheeks, forcing me to tilt my head back and meet his burning, intense gaze. Dark eyes churned with ink, and my chest heaved violently.

The next instant, his cold, handsome face pressed down, his thin lips touched mine, sparks flew, and electricity surged through my body, my breath caught in my throat.

Fu Yanshen's kiss was urgent and intense, his short breaths greedily seizing every breath I had, his fiery tongue domineering and forceful, exploring every corner of my mouth.

The wild, burning kiss almost suffocated me. I gripped his arm tightly with both hands, my nails digging into his muscles, trying to break free. He freed one arm and wrapped it tightly around my waist, while using his other hand to cup the back of my head.

He kissed me deeper and harder, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he had melted me into his very bones.

I suddenly remembered what he had said: he wanted to live because of me.

A wave of sadness washed over me, my throat tightened, and my eyes welled up with tears.

Fu Yanshen's kiss left my lips, his heavy, rapid breaths spraying across my neck, his hot, wet lips brushing against my skin like feathers, before he forcefully sucked on my neck again.

He held me tightly, his heart pounding, his burning hormones enveloping me.

"You slept with me last time... It's not too much to ask for a kiss now, is it?" he breathed heavily in my ear.

His husky, magnetic voice carried a hint of caution, a touch of probing, and humility.

He's probably afraid I'll get angry and avoid him even more.

Two warm tears rolled down my cheeks, and my throat felt even more choked up, a dull, aching pain.

Fu Yanshen moved away from my ear, cupped half of my cheek in his palm, and at that moment, his pupils dilated.

"Why are you...crying?" he asked in a trembling voice.

I blinked, tears rolled down my cheeks, and my throat tightened.

The man's dark eyes stared at me, his eye sockets gradually turning red, and crimson tendrils quickly spread across the whites of his eyes. His palm moved from my cheek to the side of my neck, and his head drooped down.

His rough palms caressed my skin, his hair brushed against my cheeks, and his broad shoulders trembled slightly.

In an instant, he raised his face again, his moist, dark eyes looking at me sadly, "You, and Song Sinan...you're together?"

"You feel guilty towards him when I kiss you, don't you?"

The man asked in a hoarse, trembling voice.

He actually thought I was with Song Sinan.

Just as I was about to retort, the scar on my wrist started to itch faintly, and in that instant, the painful lessons of two lifetimes defeated me.

I can't be soft-hearted towards him anymore.

I turned my face away indifferently and didn't answer him.

Fu Yanshen's hand suddenly tightened, gripping my neck tightly, and I could feel his body trembling.

“I saw you with him—” He stopped mid-sentence.

"Let's go..."

The sound seemed to emanate from deep within the throat, chaotic and broken.

He gradually loosened his grip.

I gritted my teeth, took a step, and resolutely walked towards the door.

This time, Fu Yanshen didn't pull me back.

I stepped out of the villa, looked up at the dark night sky, took deep breaths, swallowed the tears welling up in my eyes, and went down the steps.

Just then, a loud crashing sound came from inside the villa—the sound of breaking glass and the clanging of wood…

Fu Yanshen is going crazy again.

I quickened my pace and kept walking forward.

There seemed to be no movement inside the villa.

I was truly relieved.

The moment I gripped the iron gate handle, my heart clenched inexplicably, and Fu Yanshen's desperate and pained eyes suddenly flashed into my mind.

Different scenes replayed in my mind.

When I threatened to jump off a building to get a divorce, that was the look he gave me the moment I fell, and there were blue fireworks all around...

At that moment, his gloomy and world-weary appearance clearly appeared before my eyes, and I turned around and ran back to the villa as if possessed.

The living room was a mess, and Fu Yanshen was nowhere to be seen.

I went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Fu Yanshen!"

I shouted, but he was nowhere to be seen in the master bedroom.

...

I pulled the sliding door open forcefully—

The man squatted in the corner, head down, his hands covered in blood, which dripped continuously onto the milky white floor tiles.

He was gloomy and listless, devoid of any vitality.

I stood there, stunned, and slowly moved closer to him, then knelt down in front of him.

"Fu Yanshen..." I called softly.

He was clearly stunned, and then slowly raised his head, staring at me blankly.