She couldn't draw, and her head was as empty as a dry well. Every time she picked up the pen, it was a torture. Thinking about the people in the ward, she forced herself to pick up the pen.

In the early morning, she woke up in a daze, with a coat slipping off her shoulders. Ye Nianmo leaned against the wall, looking through the drawings in his hand one by one.

Ding Yiyi stood up suddenly, grabbed the manuscript and tore it apart wildly. Someone grabbed her wrist, and Ye Nianmo's eyes were heavy, "What's going on?"

"I can't draw anymore, I can't draw anything." She squatted on the ground holding a pile of scraps and murmured in a low voice, her heart filled with sadness. Couldn't she satisfy Ye Chuyun's wish?

Ye Nianmo stood beside her quietly. An hour passed, and Ding Yiyi stood up unsteadily and walked to Ye Chuyun's ward.

In the ward, a foreign doctor examined Ye Chuyun. He was shirtless, exposing his lean chest. Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun stood aside and waited anxiously.

Ding Yiyi wanted to avoid it, but Hai Qingqing stopped her, "I haven't had breakfast yet, Yiyi, please accompany me."

In the garden, Hai Qingqing said: "I asked my brother and sister-in-law to return to China first, so don't feel pressured."

Ding Yiyi nodded silently, waiting for her next words. Hai Qingqing took out a thick document from her handbag and handed it to Ding Yiyi.

She took it and looked at it. All of them were documents proving assets. "What is this?"

"I am willing to use our family's property in exchange for you to stay with Chuyun and help him get through this." Hai Qingqing looked sad, as if she was worried that Ding Yiyi had other ideas, and added, "We have no other intentions.

Anyway, it will be given to you two in the future, so it doesn’t matter if I give it to you now.”

Ding Yiyi held the document in her hand and said calmly, "Auntie, if Ye Chuyun hadn't insisted on choosing me, you wouldn't have accepted me, right?"

Hai Qingqing was silent. She really felt that this girl must be quite capable, so she let Ye Chuyun and Ye Nianmo be eaten to death at the same time.

Ding Yiyi put the document bag in her hand back into her hand, "Don't worry, I don't want the Ye family's property. I will stay with him. If he still wants me in the future, I will marry him."

After meeting Hai Qingqing, Ding Yiyi simply walked around the flower bed under the hospital building until there was a person standing in front of her.

Ye Nianmo grabbed her hand and walked out. Ding Yiyi struggled desperately, "What do you want to do!"

"Come with me and you will know." Ye Nianmo held on, pulling her and running out of the hospital.

In the gallery, Ding Yiyi looked at one painting after another. The montage-style paintings were strange and bizarre. She was the only one in the entire gallery. Not far away, Ye Nianmo sat quietly.

She stopped in front of a painting. A little girl was wearing a skirt made of flowers. The expression on her face was half-smile, "Your boyfriend reserved the gallery's opening hours for the whole morning."

A foreign man walked up to her and admired the words on the wall with her. There were a few freckles on his strong aquiline nose. He looked at the painting and said lightly: "I hope you find your inspiration."

Ding Yiyi smiled at him, and then silently returned the same way. Ye Nianmo stood up, "No inspiration?"

She shook her head silently and smiled bitterly: "Maybe this is the real me, a fool who has no talent but wants to be a jewelry designer."

Ye Nianmo frowned, "Your talent is indeed not as good as Aoxue."

Ding Yiyi glared at him, her mood became even lower, and her hands unconsciously fiddled with the buttons of her coat.
Chapter completed!