Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Ye Hao was caught by shock all of a sudden as if struck by a thunderbolt on the head. He clenched his fingers tightly, a thin layer of cold sweat already coming out of his palm.
“What do you mean? What do you mean that she died?”
Mo Yixuan turned away his head, looking at the heavy rain and the lightning out of the window. At this time, his dark eyes were overcast, as if the whole world had turned grey and white without any color.
He shook his head as if sighing at the injustice and cruelty of god.
“Talk!” Seeing Mo Yixuan not speaking, Ye Hao roared out excitedly. His whole face was extremely red because of nervousness.
“What do you want me to say?” Mo Yixuan looked back at the man he hated to the utmost.
“What did you get?” Ye Hao roared again, twice as loud.
“You are right. The salvage boat did not get the bones, but only some objects like her lost mobile phone, suitcase and some clothes. But Ye Hao, I think you know as well as I do that she is no longer there. If she’s still alive, do you think she won’t come see her child for months, and won’t make a phone call to ask about their lives for months?”
Mo Yixuan gave a bitter laugh. The slightly curved corners of his lips showed a very cold arc. That kind of laughter, very bitter, permeated with a sense of misery.
Compared with such sadness, previous hatred was really nothing.
Ye Hao seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, a cold feeling was spreading from his feet to every cell of his whole body. His tight fingers suddenly loosened as if the strength of his whole body had suddenly disappeared.
What also disappeared was the tension and anxiety on his face. In return, it was the unspeakable pain and regret.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was also very clear that Mo Yixuan was right. As long as Yanyan was alive, she must have come to see her child and made a phone call, and there must be some traces of her life.
Unless she was indeed dead or she had gone forever.
Mo Yixuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Ye Hao. He also lit one himself. Having been smoking for many years, he could no longer live without it. Now he even needed two packages of them per day.
Because of anxiety and depression, he could only keep smoking.
“You go, Ye Hao…” Mo Yixuan stood up at this moment, saying, “There’s no point for us to quarrel any more,” he said, “I think Yanyan is really tired, so she chooses to leave the world. The tomb is built in the hope that she could rest in peace under the earth. Even if her bones cannot be found, at least she has a place where she can go.”
Speaking of this, Mo Yixuan once again looked at Yuanyuan, his child. He lost the person he loved, and his child lost the only mother.
Now, the pain could almost destroy his whole person, but he still had to live well and work hard, because his child would only have him.
Ye Hao was speechless at Mo Yixuan’s words for a while. He even didn’t know what to say.
He also looked at Yuanyuan, the child he had beaten once. Since he beat the child, Yanyan then spoke the word “divorce”. He had thought that this child was the most important one in her heart. He even believed that she wanted to divorce because she intended to return to Mo family for the sake of Yuanyuan.
He really had not expected that she would be insane and go missing, and that she might no longer be alive.