She was only twenty-one; she hadn't lived enough yet, hadn't had a beautiful daughter, hadn't honored her parents, hadn't married Ye Feimo and become Mrs. Ye. She didn't want to die...
If she had known this, she would have married him when Ye Feimo proposed.
At least then, she would have fewer regrets when she died.
Wen Nuan regretted her past decision. She secretly vowed in her heart that if Feimo rescued her this time, she would immediately drag him to Las Vegas to get married and cling to him for the rest of her life.
She lay dazed in the truck, muttering Ye Feimo's name.
Ye Feimo was on the verge of madness. There had been no news of Wen Nuan for two days and a night. All the information they received was fake. John was a clever man; knowing the Mafia was looking for him, he deliberately created multiple diversions in the city to draw their attention away. But no one knew where he truly was.
