Except for her, he would never want any other woman.
She was his, for a lifetime, forever.
This night was miraculous, Si Ye fell asleep. This was the first time he slept at night since Chen Xiangyu passed away. Waking up in the morning felt so comfortable, and he couldn't help but slightly curve his lips in a smile.
Although he could sleep at night now, he was still incessantly working, numbing his nerves, keeping his mind busy so as not to think about his mother's death.
Chen Xiangyu's death was the biggest burden in his heart. He felt terribly guilty towards his mother while living in constant dread, afraid that the truth would be discovered by Chen Zhi and his father.
Though his father was already demented, he still feared him finding out. Yet, in his heart, he was conflicted, hoping they would both learn the truth, perhaps they would forgive him, and then he wouldn't have to fear anything anymore.
