Gentle and kind? He really had the nerve to say that. "I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Just go. I’ve made up my mind, from now on, we’ll go our separate ways...." Yan Song suddenly stood up, unable to bear it any longer, his chest heaving violently. How could she say such heartless words, ’we’ll go our separate ways’? Were all the past love and tenderness fake? Did she really have any feelings for him at all? Yan Song really wanted to grab her shoulders and ask her, but at the very last moment, he held himself back. Impatience could ruin bigger plans, and the word "endurance" is a knife poised over one’s head... "Yaya, I will definitely get rid of my bad temper. You can hit me or scold me to let off steam, but please never mention breaking up again." Yan Song was desperate, nearly kneeling down to her. Yun Ya had never seen him so humble. She thought it was about time to stop grinding him down, the anger from last night had subsided too, and if she went on, he might really explode, which was not the outcome she wanted. In any case, there was plenty of time, so take it slow. "Do you really know what was wrong?" Seeing that her tone had softened, Yan Song immediately nodded: "If I lose my temper again..." His eyes darted about and landed on the back scratcher on the coffee table. He picked it up and handed it to Yun Ya: "Use this to hit me." He was willing to throw away his male pride, as long as it would appease Yun Ya and prevent a breakup. He probably wouldn’t hesitate to jump off a building if she asked him to do so right now. Yun Ya felt pity, yet she had to keep a stern face, "Stretch out your hand." Yan Song obediently extended his palm. Yun Ya gently gave it two taps: "If you lose your temper with me again, there will be no discussion." "There won’t be a next time." Yun Ya leaned back into the couch: "I want some soup dumplings from Yu Ji." Yan Song immediately stood up: "I’ll go buy them for you." No sooner had he said this than he stood and started to leave. After two steps, he turned back, stuffed the roses into Yun Ya’s hands: "Ninety-nine roses, for you." Then he left with big strides. Yun Ya looked at the bouquet in her arms, the fiery red roses vibrant and enchanting, their fragrance wafting up. She took a sniff, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curving into a smile, a sweet warmth spreading through her heart. In comparison to her previous life, Brother Yan had changed a lot, yet not at all. His love for her was as strong as ever. But in her former life, their love was destructive, he was always irritable and quick to anger, and every time they met, they would hurt each other... Thinking of this, Yun Ya felt a pain in her heart that was too intense to suppress. It was all her fault for being so weak. After the car accident, she discovered her physical condition, an issue she was born with—the lack of an X chromosome resulting from the non-separation of her father’s germ cell, a chromosomal abnormality. It was a congenital disease. Compared to other patients, she fared a lot better, at least she appeared normal, and her height was average. It was a stroke of luck amidst her misfortune. The doctors even said her growth was a miracle in the medical world. However, her internal problems were more serious than most, and she had missed the optimal treatment window. Moreover, her immune system was compromised, making drug treatment incredibly risky for her, as any medication could cause life-threatening physiological allergies. Congenital ovarian hypoplasia meant that for this lifetime, she could never be a true woman. This was also the reason why she harbored such hatred for Ji Lanyi. Ji Lanyi knew about her condition all along but never sought treatment for her. She was her mother, yet she only used her as a tool, never truly considering her well-being. She felt inferior, she felt weak, especially in front of the person she loved. This inferiority complex was magnified endlessly, leading her to push Yan Song out of her world time and time again, only to lick her wounds in solitude. This was the source of her tragedy in the past life. In this life, she did not want to repeat the tragedy. She was determined to not only heal Miaomiao but also cure herself, even though it was risky. Mary said the consequences were unthinkable if she wasn’t careful, urging her to think it through—especially since her condition was so unique. She had thought it through clearly. If she couldn’t be with the person she loved in this second life, she would never be happy. So, she was willing to take the risk. Follow current novels on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net Now it seemed, the past hardships hadn’t been in vain; Brother Yan was worth the risk. At that moment, Ji Die returned with Miaomiao from grocery shopping. Yun Miao saw Yun Ya and immediately ran over happily, offering her some cotton candy. Yun Ya shook her head with a smile: "I don’t have an appetite right now." Yun Miao sat next to Yun Ya, looking displeased, and took a lick of the cotton candy. It might have been too delicious; her eyes narrowed into slits with enjoyment.