She said incoherently, Ye Nianmo looked at her silently and said for a while: "What do you want to say?"

Ding Yiyi lowered her head in frustration, "I want to say that you should not be sad. There will always be a day when there is such a big difficulty. Sorry, I can't even comfort me."

There was a death-like immersion in the air. She lowered her head and sucked her nose, holding back her tears.

Her head sank, and her hands gently rubbed her hair, "Your comfort is really bad." As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and glared at him, her eyes were slightly red.

He smiled and leaned over to keep his eyes on her, with a gentle look, "But I like it very much."

Ding Yiyi's head buzzed, and she looked at her gradually approaching figure and wanted to retreat, but the back of her head was fixed.

"Dinglinglinglinglinglinglingling." The phone ringing suddenly rang. She quickly took out her cell phone and did not dare to look at Ye Nianmo's unclear eyes.

"Yiyi, didn't bother you?" Ye Chuyun's voice sounded pretty good on the phone.

"Chuyun!" Ding Yiyi was so happy that she came out of Ye Nianmo's arms and ran to the side with an excited expression.

Ye Nianmo gritted her teeth, wishing she could snatch her phone and throw it into pieces. Ding Yiyi there didn't feel Ye Nianmo's gloomy aura at all, and she was happily talking to Ye Chuyun.

Ye Chuyun said lightly, "I saw your advertisement on TV, it's great."

Ding Yiyi thanked her and felt a little embarrassed, "How are you doing? Are you going to return to China?"

Ye Nianmo, who had already started working again, looked up calmly. After seeing Ding Yiyi's expression of regret on her face, she felt relieved. She lowered her head again and jumped around as if she was alive, so she simply stopped writing and eavesdropped openly.

As time passed by little by little, he looked at the wall clock impatiently, thinking anxiously in his heart, whether there is still any end to talk about, what is there to talk about!

Ding Yiyi didn't feel Ye Nianmo's blackening mood at all, and talked to Ye Chuyun excitedly about her interesting work.

Ye Chuyun suddenly said, "Is Ye Nianmo by your side?"

Ding Yiyi was stunned, "How do you know?"

He said quietly, "Because you will become very lively when he is by your side."

Is that true? She subconsciously looked up at the person buried in the pile of documents. Ye Chuyun smiled and said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, I'll talk to you next time."

"Wait!" Ding Yiyi suddenly felt a sense of panic. The next time she chatted, she hit her heart for no reason. She felt that she seemed to be saying something, but she didn't know what she wanted to say.

A slight breathing sound came from the other end of the phone, and Ye Chuyun said softly for a while, "Hang it."

"My hair has already been left on my shoulders." Ding Yiyi said hastily and hung up the phone.

In a sanatorium in Los Angeles, Ye Chuyun was sitting in a wheelchair. His originally strong body was so thin that it was heartbreaking. The sunlight hit him. He held his cell phone and raised his head to touch the sunshine. He murmured, "Thank you, Yiyi."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yiyi felt a little lost. She didn't know why talking to Ye Chuyun would make her feel sad, just like the quicksand grasped in her hand was disappearing bit by bit.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Nianmo approached her. He couldn't stand her thinking about others in front of him.

Ding Yiyi looked at him and suddenly wondered: "Ye Nianmo, what are we like?" She said she was going to leave, but she and him were like magnets, and they might be attracted to each other once they met.

Ye Nianmo rubbed her long hair and was silent. He was carrying too many things, family and friendship. For love, he chose to put it in the deepest corner of his heart.

Ding Yiyi was a little excited. Ye Chuyun's call gave her the urge to vent everything, and in fact she did the same.
Chapter completed!