By this time, it was already late at night.

When Duan Ye slowly woke up, he felt a warm sensation in his palm. He looked down and saw Luo Qingyuan holding his hand, asleep by the bedside.

Even though she had only been gone for a few days, he felt like it had been a long time since he had seen her like this.

Her familiar eyebrows and eyes were flawless, and when she was asleep, her cheeks were slightly flushed. She looked like a well-behaved baby when she was quiet.

Duan Ye moved slightly, which startled Luo Qingyuan awake.

Before his eyes were fully open, he stood up: "Awake? How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

In the dim light, Luo Qingyuan frowned and bent down to touch his forehead.

"I feel a bit hot. I'll go call the doctor."

Just as Luo Qingyuan was about to turn around and leave, her hand was grabbed.

She turned around: "What...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingyuan was pulled over and Duan Ye hugged her tightly.

Luo Qingyuan was finally fully awake. She leaned against Duan Ye's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and slowly relaxed.

"What's wrong?"

Duan Ye remained silent, only holding the person tighter.

They hadn't had such a comforting hug in a long time.

"Can we stop arguing?" Duan Ye's voice was slightly hoarse as he had just woken up.

Luo Qingyuan sighed and rubbed his head: "Okay."

So he went further: "How about we don't get a divorce then?"

Before she could speak, Duan Ye continued, "I promise this will never happen again. Luo Qingyuan, you were the one who provoked me first. You can't just throw me away like that. Besides, you've already rejected me once, so there can't be a second time."

Luo Qingyuan was both amused and exasperated: "Let me go first, you're choking me so much I can't breathe."

Duan Ye loosened his grip slightly, but still held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

My wife smells wonderful.

He loves her to death and can't let her go.

"What if you try to run away again after I let you go?"

After hesitating for a moment, Duan Ye said, "I have already transferred all the property that Grandma transferred to my name to you, including the villa in Moon Bay. If you don't want that house anymore, you can sell it."

"I do like money, but I like you more than money, and I'm more afraid of losing you."

"Luo Qingyuan, I have loved more than just you in my life, but from now on, I will only love you. I have no ambition at all, I just want a peaceful and happy home, and I don't have the strength to love another person."

"I know we started things too hastily back then. Give me another chance. I just want to start a new life with someone from the past. I'll pursue you again, okay?"

Luo Qingyuan sat up and looked down at him. Her soft, long hair fell on his face, tickling him and carrying a faint fragrance.

Duan Ye thought for a moment, then let go of her and sat up.

Luo Qingyuan casually stuffed a pillow behind his back, then picked up her phone from the bedside table.

She didn't understand what he wanted to do, so she remained silent for the time being.

Duan Ye produced the surveillance video: "This is all the surveillance video from Nanxing's house, including the one where I was sleeping with the recording on. The time points are all there."

"We did nothing."

Luo Qingyuan was somewhat stunned: "You... to gather evidence?"

Duan Ye smiled and said, "Collecting evidence doesn't require constantly proving that you didn't do anything."

As he spoke, Duan Ye reached out and took her slightly cold fingers.

“I want to end all of this as soon as possible, but I’m also worried that you will really leave me because of this.”

Hearing these words, Luo Qingyuan felt a slight pang in her heart.

Duan Ye looked up again, his eyes also deeply red: "So, can we start over?"

They've both tried. They've tried being apart from each other, trying to endure it when they can't see each other, pretending nothing's happened and continuing with their lives as usual. But once they meet, the longing intensifies exponentially.

The thought of those days of separation is painful.

No matter how many twists and turns he goes through, all he wants is for her to always be by his side.

All these years have passed, and he still only loves her.

His sister Luo.

Only when he truly keeps this person by his side will he feel happy.

Thinking of those difficult days, thinking of Ye Nuan and Nan Xing, Luo Qingyuan's heart still ached. But seeing Duan Ye's red eyes, her lips trembled and her fingers shook slightly. She couldn't bring herself to say those words that would hurt them both.

The moment she lowered her head, tears streamed down her face.

She was really wronged.

Duan Ye panicked.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I'll wait until you've thought it through. I won't say anything more..."

He cupped her face in his hands, awkwardly trying to wipe her tears with his sleeve. Sister Luo was such a kind and beautiful person, yet she seemed to have been crying constantly ever since she got together with him. He even thought about tearing off the electrocardiogram tube he was wearing, finding it in the way.

But as soon as he made a move, he was stopped.

He met a pair of teary, blurry eyes.

"Can I keep trying to call if I can't get through in the future?"

Duan Ye felt a pang of sadness: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have argued with you. From now on, I'll keep calling until you answer, okay?"

"Don't cry."

Finally, Luo Qingyuan's body went limp, and Duan Ye caught her steadily.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he felt her reach out and gently embrace him.

"This is the last time, Duan Ye."

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