CHAPTER 279: LOVER’S SACRIFICE

Wen Nuan touched his wound, her nose stung, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached. In the past, whenever she encountered danger, she always wished for Ye Feimo to appear in time, like a knight on a white horse, to take her away from harm. But now, she didn’t want Ye Feimo to appear like a knight in her most dangerous moments.

If he came, he would surely get hurt, and she would rather he didn’t come at all.

That way, at least he wouldn’t be injured. Seeing him hurt, she also felt terrible, as if something was pressing down on her, wishing the injury were on herself instead. Recalling that scene now filled her with even more dread. Falling from such a height onto a ground strewn with scrap metal and sharp steel pipes, the injuries he sustained were already light. If anything truly serious had happened, what would she do?

She had thought she was strong and wouldn’t cry. Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen had repeatedly assured her he would wake up today. Although she was clearly very worried, she kept telling herself, "It’s nothing, it’s nothing, Ye Feimo will definitely be fine."

In her mind, Ye Feimo had always been the kind of man who was so strong he could walk any path sideways, capable of anything on heaven and earth. But she had forgotten that this man’s body wasn’t actually very strong.

He had a severe stomach illness. He looked robust, but he wasn’t truly.

He could also get injured, and he could also bleed.

"I’m not dead yet, why are you crying?" Ye Feimo couldn’t stand to see her cry, and his voice hardened a bit. While Wen Nuan crying for him was a good thing, showing she cared for him, he no longer needed her tears to prove how much she cared. He hoped Wen Nuan could smile happily every day. She was a woman who rarely cried. He wanted her to be happy, not to cry. He slowly raised a hand to wipe away her tears.

Wen Nuan grumbled, "I feel bad. You look even worse than me. Where else are you hurt?"

"My back," Ye Feimo said honestly. He didn’t want Wen Nuan to worry, but not telling her would make her overthink. It was better to be direct. The injury on his back was much more serious than the one on his head.

He had just woken up today and wasn’t supposed to get out of bed and move around. It was very strenuous for him, but he wanted to see Wen Nuan, and Mo Xiaobai had said Wen Nuan was very worried about him, so he forced himself out of bed.

Ye Feimo was inherently strong-willed and unwilling to be helped. Just getting from the door to the rose garden had exhausted all his strength. Now his body was even weaker, and his back ached intensely. He endured it, not wanting her to notice anything amiss.

"How serious is it? Let me see." As she spoke excitedly, she tried to reach out to examine his injury, pulling at the wound on her shoulder. Wen Nuan subconsciously bit her lip, also not wanting Ye Feimo to notice anything amiss from her.

It really hurt.

"You’re covered in injuries; don’t move around recklessly!" Ye Feimo roared. Wen Nuan stopped moving, looking at him with tears in her eyes. Ye Feimo said, "It’s nothing serious. You’re not going to make me strip naked here for you to see, are you?"

"I’m just worried about you," Wen Nuan’s tears streamed down.

"Does your wound hurt?"

Wen Nuan nodded. Precisely because she knew the pain, she understood that he must also be in great pain. Ye Feimo said, "Injuries like this are common; they’re nothing. But you, this is your first gunshot wound. You must have been terrified."

Wen Nuan’s world was very pure, and he had disrupted that purity, yet he didn’t regret it, not one bit.

"I was terrified," Wen Nuan said, especially being suspended so high up, watching him surrounded, knowing that people from above could aim and shoot him at any moment. That feeling was truly terrifying.

She had never experienced such a fright in her life.

Compared to being forced to drink alcohol or other minor incidents in the past, this kind of genuine gunfire and danger was mere child’s play, not worth mentioning.

"I promise this kind of thing will never happen again," Ye Feimo said in a deep voice. He knew coming to Rome would lead to no good; his sixth sense was deadly strong. Originally, Wen Nuan was in Milan, and he had planned to go to Milan, take her to see Milan and Venice, and then travel nearby. He didn’t intend to come to Rome. Who knew Wen Nuan said she had never been and insisted on coming, so the last stop they chose was Rome.

Mo Chen’s news was the most well-informed, and as soon as he knew, Mo Xiaobai surely knew too. With those two, things were bound to go wrong. Wen Nuan was unnecessarily startled and injured. He would settle this score with those two brats.

Mo Xiaobai, who was brewing rose tea, suddenly sneezed. He mumbled to himself, "Little Brother, I suddenly feel like I should go to America. This place is haunted; it’s not suitable for long stays..."

"Ye Feimo, don’t do such dangerous things again! Seeing you injured hurts me more than being injured myself. You’re not made of iron; why play the hero? If something like this happens again, I’m done with you!" Wen Nuan wiped her tears and said angrily.

Ye Feimo frowned. "Not save you? Just watch you fall from up there and be stabbed to death? Idiot, a little injury now means at least both of us are alive. If we were dead, I couldn’t save anyone."

"But..."

"No buts. Listening to me on this is the right thing to do," Ye Feimo said in a deep voice. "From now on, I will protect you well, and this kind of thing will never happen again."

Wen Nuan’s gaze softened, and tears welled up again. She was particularly prone to crying today.

Especially seeing his pale face still promising to protect her. Whoever said Ye Feimo was cold and heartless, whoever said Ye Feimo was dull and uninteresting, they were all wrong. In her eyes, he had the truest heart.

At least towards her, he was. If he was bad to others, what did it matter?

"Don’t cry. Your face looks like a ghost, and it gets even uglier when you cry," Ye Feimo said. Wen Nuan thought, in the Mo family, surrounded by beauties, no one would dare call themselves pretty.

Wen Nuan choked back sobs, gently wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him. Her worried heart slowly calmed down. Holding him, she felt the world was so beautiful, and she was so content.

She had gained so much.

With a lover willing to sacrifice his life for you, what else could there be to regret in life?

She was truly grateful to have met him so young. She could love him for one more day, for a little longer.

Ye Feimo’s back was very uncomfortable, but he couldn’t bear to disturb Wen Nuan.

However, it hurt like hell...

And his consciousness was slowly fading.

"Ye Feimo, let’s get married in Las Vegas," Wen Nuan said. Ye Feimo showed no reaction. She was puzzled. Hearing this news, Ye Feimo, even half-dead, should have jumped up, shouldn’t he? Hadn’t he always wanted to get married?

She thought he would be very happy.

Wen Nuan thought, maybe he’s too happy, which is why he hasn’t reacted. Hmm, understandable.

After a while, still no reaction from him. Wen Nuan started to wonder. "Ye Feimo..."

She gently pushed him away. Suddenly, Ye Feimo’s body swayed and fell to the ground. Wen Nuan was shocked, forgetting her own injuries, and abruptly stood up. Her legs gave out, and she fell beside Ye Feimo.

Wen Nuan crawled beside him, cradling his head, consumed by anxiety, and urgently called out for Mo Chen and Xiaobai.

"Yeyan, Mo Chen..."

In a moment, Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen rushed over. One picked up Ye Feimo, the other picked up Wen Nuan, and they hurried back to the villa.