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Ding Yiyi wiped away her tears and reached out her hand to touch the child's head. However, a big hand was one step faster than her and held the child's hand.    

    

"What are you looking at, baby?" Ye Nianmo came over to sign the boy's hand and looked at Ding Yiyi along with the boy's finger.    

    

He frowned doubtfully. "The baby doesn't have anything?"    

    

"Nianmo, baby." Ao Xue walked over and swept her gaze over Ding Yiyi. "What are you guys looking at?"    

    

"Nothing." Ye Nianmo pulled Ao Xue with one hand and the little boy with the other as they left.    

    

Ding Yiyi stood on the spot like an abandoned person. She wanted to cry, the liquid flowing down her face. She reached out to touch her cheek, but her hand passed right through it.    

    

He had a good wife, a successful son, and a good family marriage. He was a famous philanthropist and entrepreneur in the Dongjiang City, and he lived a simple and happy life.    

    

The man on the bed lay still, his slightly heaving chest a sign that he might die soon.    

    

Ding Yiyi stood at the head of the bed and looked at him without restraint. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her face. "Who are you?"    

    

"Don't you know me?" Ding Yiyi covered her mouth as she asked with a sorrowful look in her eyes.    

    

Ye Nianmo slightly shook his head, "I don't know you." He paused for a moment, then slightly frowned. His aged voice carried a thick nasal tone, "But, ah, I feel like it's so familiar."    

    

Tears fell from Ding Yiyi's eyes, making her laugh and cry at the same time. The figure in front of her could not be seen clearly. She tried her best to wipe her tears away, but found that the more tears she shed, the more tears she shed.    

    

"Girl? Miss, did you wake up? "    

    

"No!" Ding Yiyi sat up in shock, wiping away the tears on her face as she looked at the old man before her with misty eyes.    

    

The old man was shocked and thought that Ding Yiyi was overly upset due to her illness. He quickly said, "Child, the country is prosperous now. The medical standards are up to standard. You must be confident."    

    

Ding Yiyi was crying again, her large tears falling on her camel-colored coat. The old man saw that she was crying even harder, so he sighed and walked away.    

    

It was already night. Ding Yiyi moved through the corridor like a ghost until she reached the door of the ward. Ye Bo opened the door just in time to see Ding Yiyi.    

    

With a dazed look on her face, he comforted her, "Young Master is fine. I expect you to wake up tomorrow. Don't worry too much."    

    

She nodded, her dry voice as unpleasant as sand in the desert. "Yes, thank you."    

    

Ye Nianmo fell asleep quietly after entering the room. His curly eyelashes cast a shadow on his eye sockets. She looked down at him, unable to get rid of that dream in her heart.    

    

Without her world, he lived a bland, bland life, a life of wealth and a happy marriage.    

    

Tears the size of beans fell onto her face. The sleeping man frowned as if he was alarmed. His eyeballs rolled under his thin eyelids a few times, struggling to wake up.    

    

She held his hand to her cheek. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have known me."    

    

The sleeping person did not respond. She continued, "I know that you will resent me for leaving without saying goodbye at the beginning, but you have to do your best to find me. But you must promise me that you will live a good life if you can't find me."    

    

The fingers on her cheeks trembled slightly. She quickly wiped away her tears and released her hand.    

    

Ye Nianmo's arm fell powerlessly on the edge of the bed. She stood up, grabbed her purse and rushed out of the room.    

    

In the Ye Family and buddhist hall, a one meter tall golden buddha was being sacrificed on the chopping board. Fu Fengyi was kneeling on the prayer mat, devoutly chanting a scripture. Ding Yiyi stood at the side, her eyes falling on the peaceful golden buddha, "Grandma, can I wait until he wakes up before doing something like this?"    

    

"If he sees you, do you think he'll let you go?" Fu Fengyi stood up and walked in front of her. "Youngster, once there's something you want to do, you must have the courage to do it."    

    

Ding Yiyi's heart was cold as she spoke with only the thought in her mind, "Then I want to do it in that hospital."    

    

Fu Fengyi nodded without hesitation. "Sure, I will bring the best team from Korea over. I promise to make you more beautiful."    

    

Ding Yiyi shook her head painfully. "No need."    

    

Afraid that she would go back on her word, Fu Fengyi said faintly, "Just do it before Nianmo wakes up. I said you left, then he will give up on you."    

    

The golden Buddha statue shone with a faint light as it looked at the two of them serenely, as if it could see through all the greed and desires of humans. Ding Yiyi looked at it with grief in her heart, "We'll do as you say."    

    

Late at night    

    

Some medical equipment was smuggled into the hospital. Ding Yiyi walked towards the surgery room alone in her hospital gown, but stopped when she passed by Ye Nianmo's ward.    

    

Ao Xue took good care of Ye Nianmo in the ward. Like her, she also held a wet towel in her hand to help him wash the back of his hand. Her eyes were filled with love.    

    

Ding Yiyi's gaze fell on the two men's interlocked hands. She then slowly turned her head away and continued walking forward.    

    

In the operation room, a Korean doctor chattered a bunch of things to her. A fat female translator beside her asked, "Doctor, what kind of face do you want?"    

    

Ding Yiyi wanted to laugh in her heart. This era was truly too fake. They could exchange anything as long as they had money and determination.    

    

She shook her head.    

    

Perhaps they had never seen anyone who was so uninterested in their own faces. The two Korean plastic surgeons looked at each other and nodded for her to lie down in the operation room.    

    

She lay down, squinting against the glare of the operating table, and closed her eyes as she felt a hand on her cheek.    

    

The first injection of the anesthetic hit her face, causing her to tremble in pain. Immediately, saliva started to flow from her mouth due to the numbness on her face. Her heart felt as if it had died, and she painfully closed her eyes.    

    

Her eyes were swollen to the point where she couldn't keep them open, her features were painful, and she wanted to frown, but her face couldn't make an expression.    

    

Reaching out to touch her face, she came across a thick layer of white gauze. She dejectedly lowered her arm, and just happened to hit the mirror beside her hand.    

    

The man in the mirror looked like a monster. His eyes were swollen into a line, and his face was covered with layers of gauze except for his nose and eyes.    

    

She threw the mirror so hard that it clattered to the floor, and at the same time there was a loud crash from the next room.    

    

In the next ward, Ye Nianmo's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was gloomy, "You said she left?"    

    

"That's right, she said that she wanted to leave, so I helped her arrange for a flight to Los Angeles." Fu Fengyi said firmly.    

    

Ao Xue and Ye Bo were also very surprised. They didn't know about this at all. It seemed that many things had changed in one day and one night.    

    

Ye Nianmo got off the bed. Fu Fengyi rushed forward to support him, "My good grandson, you're suffering from concussion. Quickly stay here and rest. You're causing grandmother heartache!"    

    

Ye Nianmo ignored everything and pulled out the needle. With a cold expression, he said to Ye Bo, "Immediately go to the airport and check the closest flight information as well as to see if she really went to the Los Angeles."    

    

"Yes sir!"    

    

Ye Bo immediately turned around and left. Ao Xue saw Ye Nianmo's body sway as if he was going to fall down. She hurried forward to support him. "Isn't it good that she left?" Look at your injuries, they all have to do with her! "    

    

"So what," Ye Nianmo shook off her hand, "I'm willing to die for her."    

    

With that, he staggered towards the door. Fu Fengyi and Ao Xue chased after him in a hurry.    

    

He walked in big strides. The door was wide open and a nurse was picking up glass fragments. A woman with her face covered was lying on the bed. He glanced around and continued walking forward with big strides.    

    

Ding Yiyi grabbed the bed sheets tightly, her swollen eyes could only catch Ye Nianmo's retreating back. She let out a painful cry that sounded like a howl. The nurse beside her thought she was in pain and quickly went to call the doctor.    

    

At the airport, Ye Nianmo walked towards the registration counter with big strides. Ye Bo said beside him, "Miss Ding has indeed taken the next plane to go to Los Angeles."    

    

"Help me manage the fastest plane to Los Angeles." Ye Nianmo punched at the wall and felt a great pain in his heart. How could that woman take the opportunity to run away when he was unconscious? He must catch her.    

    

Looking at how the young master was trying to support his body, Ye Bo tried to persuade him, "The Los Angeles is very big. If we go now, we might not be able to find Miss Yiyi. I think …"    

    

Before he finished, Ye Nianmo's sharp gaze made him unable to continue. He could only nod, "I'll do it immediately."    

    

"I'll go too." "I'm worried about you. If you want to go find her, I'll go with you. When you find me, I'll come back."    

    

Ye Nianmo's gaze never landed on her face. He glared at Fu Fengyi. "Grandmother, what did you say to her?"    

    

"I didn't say anything," Fu Fengyi looked at him affectionately. "She said that she couldn't bear your love for her and she said that she had wanted to leave for a long time. I just bought her a plane ticket according to her wishes and sent her away."    

    

"Enough!" Ye Nianmo's veins popped out on his hands. He leaned against the cold wall in pain, while his eyes were filled with determination and confidence. "No matter where she goes, I will find her."    

    

As the plane took off, Fu Fengyi stood in the hall and watched as the fuselage gradually disappeared into the fog. She let out a heavy sigh.    

    

In the hospital ward, Ding Yiyi looked up at the ceiling. She took a painkiller, and her whole body was like a machine without pain. The door was gently pushed open.    

    

"Nianmo really went after Los Angeles."    

    

Fu Fengyi walked up to the bed and looked at her. A trace of anger flashed across her eyes, but it was well hidden. "He's still sick. The doctor said that if he runs around like this, it might worsen his illness. But he didn't care about you at all."    

    

Ding Yiyi let out a whimper, barely able to make out the two words "I'm sorry."    

    

Fu Fengyi took out a piece of paper and pen, and helped her adjust the back of her chair. "Child, please make him give up. I really can't lose my only grandson."    

    

She placed the pen and paper in Ding Yiyi's hand to help her tighten her grip. With a choked voice, she said, "Write it. As long as you cross this threshold, it won't hurt anymore."    

    

The paper crackled with the trembling of her fingers, and she struggled to hold the pen. As soon as she wrote a word on the paper, she let out a painful whimper that filled the room with a strange, high-pitched sound.