Yin Mo liked He Chen, but she only had emotional dependence on him, without entrusting her future to him. At this moment, the atmosphere in the apartment was frozen and silent. Yin Mo didn’t want to argue, nor could she argue. Her personality was , gentle and reserved. Facing such a situation, Yin Mo had only two choices, leave coldly or gently coax him. So, Yin Mo tentatively tugged at He Chen’s shirt, "Don’t be angry, I won’t pick it up anymore." He Chen felt uncomfortable and even a bit distressed inside. He clenched his teeth, looking at the timid Yin Mo, with an unresolvable thick emotion in his eyes. He Chen turned around and walked away with big strides, his back looking even ruthless. Yin Mo’s hand froze in mid-air, awkwardly at a loss. She stood there, watching his figure disappear at the door, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of grievance and sadness. Yin Mo lowered her head, arms hanging by her sides, bewildered about where to go. She turned back to look at the items in the safe, thinking maybe if she threw them away, he wouldn’t be angry anymore? Yin Mo thought about it but did not take action. She walked stiffly over, squatted down, and stared blankly at the safe. After an unknown period, Yin Mo’s wandering gaze gradually stabilized, with a hint of determination. But just as she lifted her hand, she heard clear and urgent footsteps coming from the hallway outside the apartment door. Yin Mo’s eyes brightened slightly, and just as she stood up, He Chen’s tall and straight figure entered her sight. "You..." Chapters fırst released on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 The man walked quickly, taking large strides to stand in front of Yin Mo, and then grabbed her by the back of the head, lowering his head to capture her lips. He Chen’s breaths were heavy, prying open her teeth, deepening the kiss. Yin Mo tilted her head back to receive it, enduring in silence even as the tip of her tongue ached. Suddenly, her left hand, hanging by her side, touched something cold, and it was wrapped into his palm. It was the ring thrown out of the window. He Chen closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse with an unusual throatiness, "Baby, I picked the ring back for you." He surrendered and compromised. No matter where the ring came from, if she wanted it, he’d give it to her. Yin Mo, who initially felt anxious, was overwhelmed with countless indescribable emotions because of this sentence. His decisive turn away just now contrasted sharply with his current gentle coaxing. Yin Mo’s eyes became increasingly red; the disparity left her at a loss for what to do. Perhaps the sweet after the stick was extraordinarily sweet, she buried her head in He Chen’s chest, murmuring through sobs, "I don’t want it anymore..." He Chen’s heart clenched tightly, a dense pain seeping into every part. He thought he was a bastard, making her cry. He had long noticed Yin Mo’s inferiority and insecurity, yet he didn’t give her enough sense of security; instead, because of a broken ring, it made her more cautious and eager to please. He Chen’s eyes were laced with blood, tightly holding Yin Mo, his voice unbearably hoarse, "If you want to keep it, then keep it, don’t speak in anger." Yin Mo still cried, her hot tears soaking the man’s shirt on his shoulder, "I don’t want it, I don’t want anything anymore, sell the apartment as well, I don’t want it." He Chen couldn’t stand her aggrieved soft tone and clearly felt the coolness on his chest, becoming unbearably restless, longing to coax her nicely. The man bent down to pick Yin Mo up, walked to the sofa, and sat down, forcing her to face him. At this moment, Yin Mo’s eyes were tightly closed, her nose-tip red, and her long, curly eyelashes damp. She refused to open her eyes, but her tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes. He Chen was extremely heartbroken, kissing away her tears, whispering hoarsely, "Baby, look at me." Yin Mo’s temperament was mild, even her crying was silent. But every tear seemed to hit He Chen’s heart with great force, weighing heavily, suffocating him. He Chen inwardly cursed his impulsiveness and also resented his sensitivity. He should trust that Yin Mo kept the ring not to reminisce, but his previous betrayal experience left him deeply affected. At the moment it happened, a negative distrust automatically emerged in his mind. This emotion dominated, affecting his judgment and reason. He Chen was filled with regret, continually kissing Yin Mo’s cheeks, "Baby, it’s my fault, don’t cry, hmm?" After a long while, Yin Mo finally opened her eyes, lowering her head, thick with nasal sound, "I want to go back..." She didn’t want to come to this apartment anymore. "Alright, let’s go back." He Chen lifted her chin, wet with tears, his gaze inscrutable, "We’ll go home tomorrow." Yin Mo didn’t respond but lowered her eyes and opened her palm, where the ring lay quietly, then she let go, and the ring rolled onto the floor. When she said she didn’t want it, she truly meant it. He Chen understood Yin Mo’s stubbornness, so when she closed the safe and only took the Colt pistol, he wasn’t surprised at all. After venting, Yin Mo seemed exceptionally quiet. Back in the carriage, she sat by the window, saying nothing while looking out, seemingly calm but her eyes were hollow. He Chen pressed the central partition of the carriage, blocking Ah Tai’s curious and puzzled gaze. He gathered Yin Mo into his arms, his brows and eyes silent, "Baby, are you still angry with me?" Yin Mo composed herself, her voice faint, "I’m not angry..." Wasn’t he the one angry between them? He Chen caressed her warm cheek, his actions gentle, "Since you like that ring, I’ll buy you as many as you want, okay?" Yin Mo slowly shook her head, her voice softer and lower than usual, "I don’t like it, and I don’t want it." "Baby, then tell me, why keep it if you don’t like it?" This was exactly what had been confusing He Chen, who thought she liked it and retrieved it for her by hand. Yin Mo was quiet for a few seconds, gazing at the sky filled with cloud shadows, speaking bluntly, "I wanted to sell it because it was something I traded my life for." He Chen’s breath suddenly hitched, with a tumult of heavy and remorseful emotions crashing in his chest. She wanted to sell it... to sell it... He Chen couldn’t speak for a long time, he had long known not to define Yin Mo with conventional thinking. Yet, in such trivial matters, he misunderstood her intention. He Chen pressed Yin Mo’s head into his chest, feeling his heartache linked with every breath. His nostrils flaring, he whispered miserably into Yin Mo’s ear, "Baby, it’s my fault, forgive me this once, okay?" Yin Mo muffled in his embrace, took a long time before speaking, "Are you not angry anymore?" He Chen closed his eyes immediately, what right did he have to be angry? The man held her tightly, lifting her chin with one hand, speaking firmly and slowly, "I’m not angry, I, He Chen, will never be angry with you in this lifetime."