Country M, Las Vegas.

One thought is heaven, one thought is hell, desires are rampant and charming.

In the middle of the night, on the streets of Las Vegas Boulevard, the neon lights are shining brightly, as if to embrace all the prosperity of the world.

At Hushisle beverage shop, the beautiful and gentle Asian female owner saw off the last customer, then told the clerk to settle the bill and clean up, answered the phone herself, and walked out with her bag.

Across the street, a tough and handsome man in a blue floral shirt and black shorts, with a cigarette in his hand, had been standing there for who knows how long, just watching her busy herself inside.

She seemed like a different person, more gentle, intellectual and beautiful than before.

Zhan Peng never knew that he would be so concerned about a woman, and he never knew that one day he would face a woman like a timid coward and would not even have the courage to step forward and ask her why she left.

The overwhelming rage I felt when I first learned she had run away, and the harsh words I swore I would never forgive her easily if I found her, have all been blown away by time, leaving nothing behind. All that remains is the thick love that has gradually grown wildly in my longing for her over the past year.

His eyes were red and filled with bitterness. He mustered up his courage countless times, but couldn't take a single step.

I didn't know how to say the first word. Asking why you were leaving would obviously open up the scars on each other and drag this already fragile relationship into an irreparable end.

Did you ask if it was good or not? It had nothing to do with him...

My thoughts were in a mess and the mist blurred my eyes. I seemed to see her smiling at me and waving.

The man with a sour nose forced a smile, his Adam's apple rolling.

Has she forgiven me? Is she still thinking about the past?

If this is true, he swore that after returning home, he would not say a word about it, treat her well, and stay with her alone for the rest of his life.

Yana, carrying her bag, crossed the road and ran straight towards this side.

Zhan Peng threw away the cigarette butt, wiped his face, and raised his hand to hug her.

But the woman who took half his life ran straight past him without even glancing at him. Even when they passed by each other, she didn't notice that the man who had once slept in the same bed with her was standing here.

On the other side of the street, a man in a white Silber suit was noble and elegant, and next to him stood a tall Asian man. The man was holding a baby who was only a few months old, with a pacifier in his mouth, a pink bow hairpin in his hair, and a fluffy princess dress. The two of them talked and laughed, teased the child for a while, then got into the car and sped away.

The man standing there stiffly did not come to his senses until the white silhouette of the car was completely submerged in the rolling traffic. People were coming and going around him, and he seemed to be in endless emptiness. Everything in the world had lost all meaning at this moment.

She's married? She even has a child with another man and seems to be living a happy life.

Whether a woman is happy or not cannot be determined by what she says. You can tell by looking at her eyes and her state.

Yana is much prettier and more relaxed than she was a year ago. She has the confidence and charm that emanates from a mature woman from the inside out. She is charming and sparkling.

Looking back at himself, he had been fighting and killing for more than a year, engaged in intrigue and deception, unable to sleep all night long, and fighting bravely with evil spirits in northern Myanmar. His whole body was filled with nothing but hostility.

The man squatted on the side of the road, with cigarette butts scattered around him. He squatted there from the time the lights came on until the moon set and the clouds dispersed.

…

In the early morning, the sky will brighten.

Yana was still half asleep and half awake when she suddenly smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

She said it was familiar because she had been smelling this scent every day for several years, with a hint of cigarette smoke and the scent of her favorite brand of aftershave. She said it was unfamiliar because for more than a year, she had already hidden everything about that man deep in her heart and didn't want to think about it again.

She thought she was dreaming, but the dream was not very good and too real. She turned over in annoyance and woke herself up.

My breasts were swollen and a little painful, so I simply closed my eyes and touched the breast pump. One hand had already unbuttoned the nursing top on my chest.

Suddenly, I felt a man's rough big hand and woke up suddenly.

Ah—well—

Before the scream could come out, he slapped her throat.

"If you're not afraid of waking up that brat and getting thrown out, just shout."

The long-lost ruffian's voice rang in her ears, and the man's turbulent breathing burned half of her face.

Finally, after her breathing gradually stabilized, the man behind her let go.

With the dim light of the night lamp beside the bed, Yana saw his pair of scary red eyes.

Those eyes, as if to suck her in, roamed back and forth over her body.

It was not until something dripped on the back of her hand that Yana reacted. She felt embarrassed and ashamed. She turned her head away, buttoned her nursing clothes hastily, put on her pajamas, smoothed her hair to calm herself, then put on her shoes and walked out of the bedroom.

Zhan Peng stood up and took a look at the little white baby sleeping soundly in the crib. A strange feeling surged in his heart, his bitter Adam's apple moved, and he turned around and followed him out, gently closing the door.

…

In the living room, Zhan Peng looked at the charming and gentle little woman in front of him. His heart ached, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his chest. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Don't smoke here." Yana said lightly, as if talking to a stranger.

Zhan Peng paused, his brows trembling slightly, and he took the cigarette butt off and threw it into the trash can. "Whose child is it?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yana was still calm, with no emotion between her eyebrows, neither happy nor sad.

"Have you forgotten that you are still my wife?" The man gritted his teeth, and the muscles around his mouth twitched.

"The moment you cheated, it wasn't."

"I didn't cheat, Yana." Zhan Peng choked up, "I was just acting with that woman. I was trying to find out who was the leader of the criminal group behind her."

"The investigation has reached the bed?" Yana sneered, her beautiful face without makeup full of sarcasm. "But it doesn't matter. I don't care."

"Why don't you care? Why shouldn't you care? You are my wife and my son's mother, Yana. You can't do this to me and Zhan Zhan."

"Don't mention my son to me." When she mentioned Zhan Zhan, her face became visibly emotional, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes. "You are not worthy of mentioning my son."

Zhan Peng watched her cry, his heart aching. He adjusted his breath twice, took a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"Okay, stop crying. You're still feeding your baby. It's not good to get too excited."

Yana took the paper, wiped her tears, and separated from him at arm's length. She said coldly, "Go away. My husband came to pick me up this morning. He has a hard time at work, and I don't want him to see you and misunderstand you."