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Ye Feimo's face was as still as water, his gaze was as deep as an unfathomable valley where even a stone dropped would make no sound. His silence was like a death sentence to her. Wen Nuan kept telling herself it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt, don't be sad.

But her heart began to throb with pain.

At this moment, she deluded herself, wishing to hear Ye Feimo say that everything Han Bi had said was false, that he hadn't been with her, that he hadn't betrayed Wen Nuan. But Ye Feimo said nothing.

He looked at her fixedly, with pain, exhaustion, and a trace of disappointment that she couldn't quite understand.

Wen Nuan felt as if her heart was being sliced open. Why did he always do this? If she had misspoken, he could have easily contradicted her. If it were all false, unfounded accusations, he could have loudly denied them.

But why did he look at her like this, as if all of this had been her fault?

Enough.

She truly had enough.