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I really want to yell at him, did his brain get flooded, imprisoned her and even repeatedly say that it's for her own good, and she needs to eat a good meal.

She would give him a slap, then send him a sweet date, and coax him. She would believe that the slap was unintentional.

"Yin, Weiwei is fine. You don't need to worry about her." She finally said something she liked to hear.

His fingers continued to stroke her hand. The back of his hand was slightly itchy, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

He was immediately alarmed. "Yin, are you awake?"

She could no longer continue pretending. Her breath was on his face and her long eyelashes made him, who was gradually getting used to the darkness, want to kiss those eyes that were as clear as water in the darkness.

"Please let me out." There was no hysteria in her cold voice.

"There are some things that, if you knew, might not be good for you." He spoke his reasoning in a dignified manner.

"So how long do you want to keep me here?"

"…" Silent means no answer.

A month, two months, a year or two. "Aren't you afraid that someone will call the police?" She did not believe that her classmates had ignored her. At least Miro and Wisdom knew that she was married to Ke Zhenwei and had even attended her wedding. She did not believe that her classmates had ruthlessly allowed her to disappear.

"I told them you'd gone to Italy." His deep voice made people feel a sense of coldness within his charm. His technique of lying was really high.

She really wanted to ask him what made him treat her like that, but the moment she opened her mouth, she realized that she was really stupid. If he was willing to let her know, then there would be no need to spend so much effort to imprison her here.

"Yin, you are still my wife."

It was as if nothing had happened between them, and he had done it for her own good.

It was as if her growl and her hunger strike were all nonsense, but was that really the case?

Before he could think about it, his kiss had fallen again, and the love of his love had come, and she could no longer avoid it.

He said that she was his wife, that they had made a solemn declaration in church, that in the instant they had put the ring on each other's finger, she had sworn that she would be his wife for the rest of her life, just for the sake of sincerity.

But now everything seemed to have changed.

He was doing it for her sake, Qu Yi was doing it for her own good. She had given in and thrown her pride away. All she wanted to do was to leave this room and give herself freedom.

If she could, she would rather not have loved him.

But, in this world, can time really reverse flow …

One night, she felt the warmth in him.

It was as if the world was about to be destroyed in the next second, so at that moment, he wanted to plunder her sweetness to his heart's content.

He only mumbled a few sentences, but she seemed to obediently believe in him, believing that he was only doing it for her own good.

However, deep down in his heart, he was completely empty.

When he wanted her, desperate for her, she almost buried her nails in the cotton quilt.

Would he rather believe the falsehood than suffer from it? She was such an ostrich.

The next morning, when she woke up, he was gone.

The smell of him was still in the air, strong and clear, telling her that this night had been real.

The small window opened as scheduled, and she began to eat.

Her legs were a bit weak, but she wasn't afraid. She would eventually have strength.

Her heart was still hurt, but she was not afraid. She would use her own strength to quietly heal that wound.

It was time to grow up. As a mother, she could no longer act on impulse.

So she began to read, and the books in the room were her favorite.

She had read that movie countless times. In the past, whenever she took the book off the shelf in the school library, Mei Rong would laugh at her. "Yin, are you in love with Rhett?"

She smiled. In fact, she loved Scarlett even more because of her lack of restraint, because of her recklessness …

After settling himself in the book, his days seemed better, no longer long and boring, and he still left at night, still in love with her, and she was still his wife.

Everything seemed right, everything seemed right.

She would turn on the light and then stand by the door and wait for him and cling to him like a little woman and let him tell her stories, as if hearing his voice was the greatest happiness of her life.

However, every time she woke up from a dream, every time the person beside her silently left, her pillow would always be wet.

Foolish or loving.

In her previous life, she seemed to have done something wrong, so she had to repay it in this life.

Gradually, everything seemed so natural. Even the person who delivered the food no longer ran away as fast as she usually did. That person must have also been infected by her happiness.

Because often she would hum while reading a book.

And every time he came, he would bring her some small gifts, a doll and a painting. What surprised her the most that day was that he actually brought Weiwei's photo album.

In the photo, the little girl was smiling adorably. Did she think that her mother had gone to Italy?

However, she was right in a forgotten corner of this world, silently thinking about her.

"I knew you'd like it. I had it taken last week."

He touched the small face in the photo. "Weiwei has grown up." She sighed. She had given too little care to her children.

"Yes, she also misses her mother." After subconsciously saying that, he became speechless. Perhaps he said something wrong. Because he was the one who had cruelly prevented Viv from seeing her mother.

Pretending not to know, she changed the subject. "Tell me, do I have your child?" The instant her voice left her mouth, her heart was in pain.

Heaven's retribution, they had been together for a long time, and she actually did not have his child. And Weiwei, it was only her one time, yet she actually had her life.

"Enough, stop talking." He was suddenly angry and turned away, not even looking back.

Did he know she was pretending?

At least she had never done anything to refuse his child.

Let's go.

It was a rare moment of peace and quiet. Recently, she seemed to like and get used to the quiet of this little house.

However, he had disappeared for almost a week, and because Yinyin had counted the marks she had made on the wall with her chopsticks, she knew that he had not come for a week.

As she counted the numbers, she actually mocked herself for her incompetence and weakness. It turned out that she was still looking forward to his arrival.

Perhaps it was time to leave. She could not always let him keep her here.

She was a person, a living person, and she was not his canary.

She pretended to be the same, her smile was the same, and even her singing revealed a happy smile.

"Madam, it's time to eat." The aunt who brought the food also seemed to be infected by her happiness as she said.

"Oh, thank you Auntie. I'd like a cup of tea."

"Alright, wait a moment."

After a short while, the aunty brought out a cup of steaming tea. She extended her hand and passed it to her through the small window. "Miss, here you are."

Hearing her voice, Ye Zichen found it a bit unbearable. However, sometimes, you simply didn't have any choice, so you could only keep moving forward.

"Thank you Auntie." she replied with a smile.

"Madam, please hurry up and eat. It won't taste good if it's cold." The aunt said kindly.

Yinyin knew that this aunt had been specially arranged by Ke Zhengwei to serve her. She seemed to be a very obedient person, and she had never asked much about her captivity.

Only after getting to know her better and getting to know her better did she finally talk to her. It seemed that she was a very cautious person.

He guessed that his aunt must have left.

It was quiet again. She continued to eat in silence. If she had the strength, she would eat seriously. She would swallow every grain of rice.

She ate mechanically. Although the taste was unknown, she had to finish everything before her.

When she finished the cup of tea, she let it drop for a split-second. There was a crisp sound.

She quickly picked up a small fragment and hid it.

The moment she hid, the small window opened and it was Ah Cheng who looked into the room coldly. "Madam, are you alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just a teacup. I accidentally broke it. I'll just pick it up and have you guys take it out." She then bent over and picked up the pieces on the ground one by one, throwing them into a plate and bowl that were made of stainless steel.

The whole process took a while, and Ah Cheng was staring at her unblinkingly.

Perhaps he was concerned about her.

However, she was doing it especially for the broken pieces of the teacup.

When she placed the bowl and plate on the tray and then placed it in front of the small window, Ah Cheng took it and left in a moment of desolation.

The small window was closed in an instant.

Yinyin heard the sound. It sounded like Ah Cheng was berating his aunt for giving her a teacup.

Yes, if anything happened to her, both A'Cheng and his aunt would be punished by Ke Zhengwei.

Moreover, that punishment was definitely not simple.

If that was the case, then she still had to leave. Yinyin was a bit hesitant, but if she really did leave, then she was afraid that she would implicate that kind and amiable aunt of hers.

However, when she thought of Weiwei, Yufan, and Huizhen, she decided.

She had to leave.

She knew that Ah Cheng had always been nervous about the teacup incident, so she let him slowly forget about it.

She only had a better chance if she forgot about it.

It was as if he had just passed every day with his usual bright smile, yet Ke Zhengwei had never come back.