CHAPTER 285: FACING TRAUMA

"Julie used John as a target; he was shot by Mo Chen and died. Julie was also killed by Xiaobai. Everyone else was detained, and that little girl was sent back to America," Wen Nuan said, her heart feeling a little heavy. This was her first time experiencing such a life-or-death situation.

It was a genuine life-or-death situation, where in the next second, you could be gunned down. That feeling was truly terrifying.

Afterward, Mo Xiaobai told her about the situation, and she felt sympathy for Angela. Regardless of what kind of person John was, he must have been a good father. If it weren’t for his deep love for Angela, had Julie been provoked in that situation, Wen Nuan would surely have died.

Their internal conflict gave the mafia and Feimo an opportunity.

Angela must have been incredibly distraught watching her father die in front of her.

This little girl had no relatives; what would she do with her life now?

These weren’t her concerns, yet she couldn’t help but think about them.

"Fortunately, he’s dead. If he had fallen into my hands..." Ye Feimo’s voice was flat, like stagnant water. Then, remembering Wen Nuan didn’t like such topics, he paused. If these people had fallen into his hands, he would have made them wish for death but unable to find it.

"Mo Yao and Wushuang have handled that matter; you don’t need to worry about it. Just focus on recovering," Wen Nuan said with a smile.

Ye Feimo said nothing more, finishing the white porridge mouthful by mouthful. Wen Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, arranging his covers, but Ye Feimo caught her hand. She looked up, smiling softly at him.

"Do you have nightmares at night?" he asked.

Wen Nuan froze, her eyes suddenly stinging. Such a gentle question stirred all her sadness, discomfort, and even more, her gratitude. How meticulous must he be to notice this?

Mo Xiaobai, Mo Chen, and Wushuang hadn’t asked about this. To avoid worrying them, Wen Nuan hadn’t mentioned it. In truth, she had been having nightmares for the past few nights, filled with gunshots, feeling as if she was still hanging from the ship’s mast, seven or eight meters high, at the port. Each time, Julie’s gunshots would jolt her awake, drenched in cold sweat, after which she couldn’t fall back asleep. She hadn’t slept well for days.

She had thought no one would know.

"Feimo..."

Ye Feimo embraced her, gently kissing the crown of her head, absorbing her fear. He understood this feeling better than anyone. "The first time I heard gunshots, it was like you, and someone died in front of me. During that period, I had nightmares every night. This is your first time hearing such sounds and seeing such a scene, so you’re bound to have nightmares."

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen hadn’t noticed because they were accustomed to gunshots and a life of bloodshed. Compared to them, Ye Feimo was better off; he was merely the sect leader of the Dragon Gate’s hidden branch. Normal dealings were all behind the scenes, rarely appearing in public, unlike Tang Da and Su Ran, who were completely exposed. His focus was on Anning International.

And that childhood experience was too deeply ingrained, so Ye Feimo remembered.

He had noticed the dark circles under Wen Nuan’s eyes and guessed she might not have been sleeping well these past few days. The most likely reason was nightmares.

"I don’t dare to sleep at night," Wen Nuan said. "It’s been slightly better these past two days, but the first few days were terrible with nightmares. I didn’t know what to do. I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay!" He couldn’t be more pleased. "From now on, I’ll try my best to keep you from encountering such situations. This time was an accident, all thanks to Xiaobai and Mo Chen, those two troublemakers."

Wen Nuan wiped her tears and shook her head, holding Ye Feimo’s hand tightly. "Feimo, don’t blame Xiaobai and Mo Chen. If it weren’t for this accident, I wouldn’t have known that you grew up in such an environment. I always thought you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, lived a smooth life, and never experienced anything. It’s my fault. I finally know what kind of life you live, so this accident was a pleasant surprise."

Ye Feimo frowned. A pleasant surprise?

Wen Nuan smiled. "You don’t know, the more I understand you, the happier I become."

Even the dark side of Ye Feimo made her happy. She didn’t just want to see one side of Ye Feimo; she wanted to fully understand him, enter his life, and become a part of it.

If not for this time, she would never have known that he constantly faced such dangers.

Including Mo Yao, Mo Chen, Xiaobai, and Wushuang, they all grew up this way. Mo Yao and Wushuang weren’t much older than her, but their life experiences, knowledge, and courage were far beyond hers.

This was another world she was unfamiliar with, and she had to thank John for letting her know that Feimo also faced such dangers and had such thrilling experiences. This would only make her understand him more and cherish him more.

This injury was worth it!

"Once is enough," Ye Feimo said in a deep voice. He would not allow such a thing to happen a second time. It was too dangerous. If Julie’s shot had been aimed at his heart instead of his shoulder as a test, he thought he might have gone mad and acted on the spot, without time to delay for Mo Yao and Wushuang, and might have died with her. That was not what he wanted.

Wen Nuan smiled slightly. "Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore; it’s all in the past. Most importantly, I’m safe, and you’re safe. That’s all that matters."

Ye Feimo fully agreed with her words and patted the spot beside him. "Come here."

Wen Nuan smiled, pulled back the covers, and lay beside him, her eyes filled with laughter. "Does it bother your injuries?"

"No!"

"Tell me more about your past," Wen Nuan said with a smile. "Anything at all."

"There’s nothing to tell."

"Hmph," Wen Nuan pouted. Ye Feimo pinched her cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. All he wanted now was to quickly recover from his injuries, return to A City, and stay far away from Mo Xiaobai.

Wen Nuan lay on her side, holding and playing with his hand. A gentle kiss landed on the back of his hand. Ye Feimo’s lips curved upwards, beautiful flowers bloomed in his eyes, and his mood instantly brightened.

"Before you became unconscious, did you hear anything I said to you in the rose garden?" Wen Nuan finally asked. Since she had made the decision, she had to fulfill her promise.

At that time, she had resolved that if she escaped this ordeal, she would marry Ye Feimo. She had been shot, then fallen from such a height, with deadly debris below. It was Ye Feimo who bravely rushed over, kicked away the debris, and shielded her from the impact. He saved her with his life.

What more could she doubt?

She wanted to marry Ye Feimo, not as some melodramatic act of repaying a life debt by giving herself to him, but to ensure she had no regrets. She wanted to be his wife, legitimately.

To hold his hand and grow old with him.