Chapter 427: What Matters Most
"You’re asking on purpose," the girl said.
"Then what is your relationship with me?" Wen Nuan wanted to ask her, but she felt that there was no point. The girl in white looked very young, younger than her, but she had a maturity that seemed to have come from a long and difficult life.
Wen Nuan thought that she was lucky after all. She had never known she was a part of the Long family. She never had to carry the burden of the Long family’s responsibilities and worries. She had lived a happy and carefree life for twenty-one years.
She was lucky.
Compared to the girl in front of her, she was much happier.
At least her eyes weren’t as lifeless and empty as the girl’s.
Wen Nuan knew that there was no point in asking any more questions. She finally gave up and walked toward Ye Feimo. She felt conflicted. This girl was probably the first blood relative she had ever met.
But they were more like strangers than strangers.
Ye Feimo asked, "What did you talk about?"
Wen Nuan shook her head, looking drained. "Nothing. I just asked about my mom. Let’s go."
This place made her feel very uncomfortable. She felt a sense of oppression and heaviness.
Ye Feimo didn’t say much. He held Wen Nuan’s hand and walked along the path of red spider lilies to the sea and onto the yacht.
The girl in white watched them leave, a strange smile on her lips.
Wen Nuan stood alone at the front of the boat. The scenery of the Aegean Sea was so beautiful, especially from the island. Although the special red spider lilies made it look eerie, when the sun went down, the red sunset was a beautiful and tragic sight.
Watching the sunset from the sea was a unique experience.
Living in a place like this, whether it was to grow old or to die, would be a good choice.
So...
Long Xiushui must be at peace.
Wen Nuan didn’t have any strong feelings for the mother she had never met. She didn’t feel any sadness. She only felt a gentle pity. Maybe it was true that blood was thicker than water. She hoped that Long Xiushui had found peace after her death.
Ye Feimo walked over and silently hugged her.
She looked so helpless, so sad, and so lonely. He felt a pang of sadness. Wen Nuan was a simple woman, but lately, he couldn’t figure her out. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking or what was on her mind.
She seemed to have a lot of worries, but she kept them all to herself. She didn’t want to say anything, and he didn’t want to force her.
Since she didn’t want to talk, he would just give her a hug and let her know that he was there for her.
He wouldn’t force her.
He wouldn’t force her anymore.
Wen Nuan leaned into Ye Feimo’s embrace, feeling sad.
She no longer resisted his warm embrace. She reached up and hugged his waist tightly. She felt an unexplainable sense of comfort with him. Even after seeing Long Xiushui’s grave, she still felt at ease.
But how sad would it be for her if this person were gone?
She couldn’t bear the thought of it.
"Feimo, if one day..." Wen Nuan stopped halfway through her sentence. Her nose felt sore. She couldn’t bring herself to say it, but she really wanted to know what he thought. "What are you most afraid of?"
"What am I most afraid of?" Ye Feimo gently stroked her long hair, his eyes filled with love. "With you in my arms, I’m not afraid of anything. I’m most afraid of you leaving me."
Wen Nuan gave a bitter smile. "Do you know what I’m most afraid of?"
"What?"
Wen Nuan hugged him tightly and said softly, "I’m most afraid of death."
Everyone is afraid of death. When you have too many things to care about, and then you die, you lose everything. What would happen to the things you care about?
Ye Feimo paused. In a flash, he seemed to have thought of something. He couldn’t help but look down at Wen Nuan. Something he had been ignoring seemed to have risen to the surface. The Aegean Sea, her mother, Wen Nuan...
He looked down at Wen Nuan. She had been preoccupied these past few days. Was it because of the curse?
Did she know?
Who told her?
No wonder...
"Wen Nuan, did Du Di tell you something?" Ye Feimo asked in a low voice. "Do you know about the curse?"
Wen Nuan pulled away from his embrace. Her peach-blossom eyes looked at him innocently, filled with confusion. "What curse? What are you talking about?"
Ye Feimo saw her innocent and confused expression, and he was also confused. Did Wen Nuan know or not?
"Nothing," Ye Feimo said. Wen Nuan turned her head, secretly surprised. She had hidden it from him so well, but Ye Feimo already knew about the curse. He knew, and he still wanted her?
Why?
What was more important than his life? Ye Feimo’s personality wouldn’t let him believe in things like this. But did he know about the Long family’s curse? Was it a real thing? Did he really not care?
Wen Nuan’s heart ached even more.
A man was willing to risk his life for her and wanted her. How much confidence and self-awareness would that take? What kind of struggle and choice would he have to go through? Wen Nuan suddenly started to cry. Even after knowing everything, Ye Feimo still loved her as much as he did before.
But what about her? She was thinking about divorce.
If the curse were on her, she wouldn’t care about anything. But now the curse was on Ye Feimo. How could she act like nothing was wrong? Even if they stayed together, she wouldn’t be happy, and Ye Feimo wouldn’t be happy. The rest of their lives would be spent in misery.
When they got home, her mother hadn’t come back yet. Wen Nuan was a little tired and didn’t want to eat, so she went back to her room to rest.
Ye Feimo called Ye Ningyuan. "Brother, help me look into something."
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A moment later, Ye Ningyuan called him back. He said with a smile, "You guessed right. That island was indeed where Long Xiushui used to live. But there’s something strange. A few days ago, the First Terrorist Organization’s satellite took a panoramic view of Athens and the Aegean Sea. I had someone take a panoramic shot of the island because I thought the red spider lilies were interesting. I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find the grave you mentioned. According to you, Long Xiushui died more than ten years ago. The grave should have been there for a long time. There’s no reason why it wouldn’t be there a few days ago, but it’s there today. There’s only one possibility: there was no grave there at all. It was just an illusion that was created a few days ago."