Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

By the time the plane arrived in Bincheng, it was completely dark.

Xu An'an took out her phone and realized that it had run out of battery and shut down automatically sometime during the day.

She left in a hurry this morning, taking nothing but her ID card and phone with her.

She didn't have a single penny of cash in her pocket.

Standing in the bustling arrival hall, Xu An'an was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge sense of emptiness.

She has no parents.

Today, I completely severed ties with my uncle's family again.

Aside from her grandmother, she has no other relatives in the world. And her grandmother is getting old; how many more years can she stay with her?

What will I do when my grandmother is gone too?

What is it like to live without any relatives... How is she going to survive?

Despite standing on solid ground, Xu An'an felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

She felt as if she had fallen into a deep pool of water, her body sinking uncontrollably, with nothing to hold onto. A suffocating sensation washed over her; she couldn't breathe and didn't know what to do.

Panic attack.

Her rapid, uncontrolled breathing threw her mind into chaos.

She even began to regret coming to Bincheng. She wanted to hold onto something—anything at all.

She shouldn't have divorced Lu Yiming. So what if he cheated on her? He said he would change, and even if he didn't, it wouldn't matter. At least she still had a family, at least she wouldn't be sinking into despair alone...

She was so scared!

She doesn't want to live alone!

She wants a home...

As long as she goes back, that home will still be there, and she won't have to face the world alone...

Suddenly, a voice popped into her out-of-control mind:

"An'an...don't be like your mother..."

That was the last thing An Yan said to Xu An'an before she died.

Xu An'an, do you want to be like your mother?

No!

Absolutely not.

Xu An'an, don't do this.

Don't be like your mother, who has to rely on a man to survive.

A psychologist once told you that you can live even if there is no one else in the world.

Live strongly as an independent person.

You are very strong, Xu An'an kept telling herself.

Even the thought of divorce didn't trigger your illness, so you'll never suddenly break down just because your phone is out of battery.

Yes, don't overthink it.

You're having a panic attack right now simply because your phone is out of battery.

What you need to do now is find a staff member and have them scan a power bank for you.

That's it.

No matter when, you can solve problems on your own.

Xu An'an mechanically turned her still trembling body, found the location of the service desk on the map, and walked over step by step.

Once you're charged, all your feelings of being out of control will disappear, and you'll return to your former self.

She kept encouraging herself.

"Xu An'an!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Before Xu An'an could react, her wrist was grabbed by a large hand and pulled sharply.

The next second, she bumped into a familiar embrace filled with the scent of cedar.

"Xu An'an, why aren't you answering your phone? Do you know how worried I am about you?"

The pleasant-sounding roar of rage continued.

Xu An'an raised her head in a daze.

I saw Yan Heng's face, which was filled with barely suppressed anger and worry, yet still incredibly handsome.

"What are you doing in Fengcheng?" Yan Heng grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away, asking angrily.

Xu An'an did not speak.

She stared blankly at Yan Heng's furrowed brows, furrowed in rage.

Before she even realized it, she suddenly threw herself into his arms.

The familiar sense of weightiness returned, as if I, who had been floating, had suddenly found a place to land.

Xu An'an pressed herself tightly against him, wanting to bury herself in his flesh and blood.

Yan Heng's chest was broad and warm, as if it could bear all her vulnerability and wretchedness.

His heartbeat was strong and powerful, each beat helping Xu An'an's heart return to its normal rhythm.

Xu An'an's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

When she felt safe again, she suddenly couldn't help but want to cry.

The pent-up grievances and vulnerability burst forth, breaking through the last barrier. In Yan Heng's arms, she cried uncontrollably.

Upon noticing that Xu An'an was crying, Yan Heng suddenly stopped.

All his anger vanished in an instant.

"...An'an, what happened?"

Xu An'an did not answer, but simply let herself sink into this warm and comforting embrace.

"Did you suffer a wrong?" Yan Heng asked anxiously. "Tell me, who bullied you?"

Xu An'an still didn't answer, but silently tightened her embrace, wanting to draw more sense of security from him.

Yan Heng gently stroked her trembling back, his heart aching as if it were being cut by a knife.

"An'an..."

"Don't speak."

Xu An'an suddenly spoke, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "Let me hug you a little longer."

Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat.

"Okay." He silently tightened his embrace.

It's unclear how long the hug lasted.

Xu An'an was pulled back to reality by the chatter of those around her.

She wiped her nose and gently pushed herself away from Yan Heng's embrace, only to realize that she had become the focus of the entire airport.

"Oh my, it's so sweet~ It's been so long, hasn't it?"

"That guy is so handsome! And the girl is beautiful too, they're such a perfect match..."

"But this girl looks familiar, kind of like a celebrity..."

She quickly touched her face.

Thankfully, I was wearing a mask.

"Are you feeling better?" Yan Heng asked, looking down at her red and swollen eyes.

Xu An'an nodded.

"Shall we go home?"

Xu An'an was about to nod, but then quickly began to shake her head:

"Yan Heng, I'm so hungry."

She said, looking aggrieved.

The belated hunger suddenly erupted, and she realized that she hadn't eaten anything all day.

"Okay," Yan Heng said, looking at her.

Let's go eat.

......

As the autumn sea breeze blew, the Bentley stopped in front of "Hengyu".

This is Xu An'an's second time here.

The waiter led them back into that familiar private room.

The food here is as delicious as ever.

Xu An'an was really hungry. She ate with complete concentration, not even bothering to say a word, until her belly was round and full. Only then did she finally stop eating, slump back in her chair, and let out a satisfied burp.

Yan Heng barely touched his chopsticks, silently watching her devour the entire table of food before asking in a chilly tone, "Have all the restaurants in Fengcheng gone out of business?"

Still feeling dizzy from the carbon monoxide, Xu An'an blinked and realized that Yan Heng had played another joke.

She said lazily, "The food in Fengcheng isn't as good as here."

This praise pleased Yan Heng greatly.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Can you tell me now what exactly happened today?"

Perhaps it was because being with Yan Heng felt so reassuring that Xu An'an was now unusually calm.

She roughly recounted the events of the day to Yan Heng—of course, omitting as much as possible the final direct exchange with Lu Yiming.

But even the astute Yan Heng grasped the key point.

"So, it was Lu Yiming who helped you solve the problem?"

"...Not really." Xu An'an felt there was still a chance to salvage the situation. "He did help a bit, but I'll transfer the money to him when I get back. And I made it clear to my uncle's family today that I'm divorcing him. From now on, I have nothing to do with any of them. Even if Lu Yiming helps them again in the future, it won't concern me..."

Seeing Yan Heng's face grow increasingly dark, Xu An'an's voice grew weaker and weaker.

Even though Lu Yiming was her husband in name only, she felt a strange sense of guilt in front of Yan Heng.

"Yan Heng, don't be angry."

Xu An'an patiently coaxed, "Didn't I send you a WeChat message before I left today?"

"What did you send?"

Xu An'an pulled up her WeChat chat window: "Look, what I sent was 'Going back to Fengcheng, don't wait for me for dinner!'"

"You still think you're right?" Yan Heng's brows furrowed even more.

Xu An'an blinked: "Is there... something wrong?"

Yan Heng frowned and stared at her for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of defeat.

"Xu An'an, when will you finally be able to ask me for help the moment you encounter a problem?"