After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Mingyun was speechless. "I'm not joking with you."

"I'm not joking," Ono said casually. "You earn money to support the family, and I'll do the housework and take care of the kids, is that not okay?"

Mingyun rubbed her forehead. "Never mind... I'm very tired. I'll rest for a while."

Mino then fell silent.

Mingyun didn't close her eyes, staring blankly at the rapidly receding night view outside the car window.

After returning to the gilded mansion.

Mingyun had no interest in paying attention to Yuye. She washed up properly and went to bed.

She really needs to get some rest.

Physical pain is secondary.

The psychological trauma she experienced left her feeling unsettled even after returning to a safe and familiar place.

She wanted to turn off the light.

But when darkness falls, my whole body tenses up involuntarily, and a nameless fear rises from the bottom of my heart.

She had no choice but to turn on all the lights in the bedroom.

I turned on the TV and wrapped myself completely in the blanket before I felt a little more at ease.

Gradually, weariness crept in.

During her more than a month in Sambello, she hardly got any real rest.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

The TV was playing a variety show, but gradually the sound faded away.

She finally fell asleep.

But soon, the damp and stuffy tent reappeared in the dream.

The surrounding environment was constantly distorted, gradually turning into a battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

The sounds of artillery fire and gunfire.

And all around me were the agonizing cries of the wounded as they struggled for their lives…

Severed limbs, wounds, blood...

All the sounds and images were like a spider web, trapping Mingyun tightly.

She couldn't break free; instead, she was bound tighter and tighter.

"No...no..."

"what!"

Mingyun screamed and woke up abruptly.

My head was dizzy.

It felt as if the whole room was rolling, with the ceiling and floor like a washing machine drum.

She couldn't control her body from trembling even when she was lying in bed.

Even though she was awake, the immense panic prevented her from seeing the situation clearly.

"Mingyun...Mingyun!"

The voice gradually became clearer in her ears.

A pair of strong hands supported her shoulders.

She focused her attention on the voice calling her name, and only then did she slowly see Ono's face.

When she regained consciousness, she cried and threw herself into Ono's arms.

Yu Ye sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged her, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, you're safe now. I know how you feel... Just relax."

He knew very well that Mingyun had developed PTSD.

This refers to post-traumatic stress disorder.

If not handled properly, this condition can last a lifetime.

This also happened to Mino during his first year as a mercenary.

This is not something that can be solved by willpower alone.

Fortunately, Mino had personally experienced and resolved the situation properly, and had a wealth of experience in dealing with this kind of situation.

With his comforting words, Mingyun's nearly collapsed emotions gradually calmed down, and she curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

Yu Ye then laid her down and lay down next to her.

In the latter half of the night, Mingyun was not awakened by nightmares, but she would twitch from time to time and cry in her dreams.

Miyako patiently stayed with her, comforting her with hugs.

When Mingyun woke up, it was already past ten in the morning.

She slowly opened her eyes.

It took me a while to realize that I was back in China, back home.

I didn't sleep very well last night, but I still regained a lot of energy.

I vaguely remember having many dreams.

The dream was too chaotic to recall, but she remembered the feeling in the dream that sent chills down her spine.

However, it seems that whenever I am about to be consumed by fear, a warm feeling that makes me feel at ease will appear.

It's strange, hard to describe.

Mingyun rubbed her groggy head and suddenly caught a faint scent.

It doesn't smell like any perfume.

It's very faint, but it smells wonderful.

She flapped her nostrils, searching for the source of the scent.

They eventually discovered that the smell was coming from the bed sheets next to them.

The more I smelled it, the more familiar it seemed.

She leaned closer and took another sniff, and suddenly froze, her cheeks flushing red.

This is... Goya's scent.

Could it be that last night...?

Mingyun felt a chill run down her spine and hurriedly lifted the blanket to take a look.

The pajamas were still neatly arranged.

However, even he himself was tainted by that aura.

Her face instantly started to burn.

After calming down for a while, she took a deep breath.

I stopped thinking about it and got up to wash up before going to the living room.

"You're awake?" Mino's voice came from the kitchen.

Mingyun looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw him wearing an apron and making food.

The technique was quite skillful.

A fragrant aroma wafted over.

Mingyun's stomach rumbled a few times.

Yu Ye said, "Wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon."

Mingyun then sat down at the dining table.

The sun shines brightly outside the window, casting a shadow of Ono's busy yet methodical profile.

As Mingyun watched this scene, listened to the sizzling sounds of the food in the pot, and smelled the increasingly fragrant aroma, she felt as if she were dreaming.

Long ago, when she was with Mino, she had imagined their future together.

To have a home that belongs to the two of us, the house doesn't have to be big, even a rented room would be fine.

They can live happily together...

"All done." Ono brought some freshly prepared food to the table. "I didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I made some for breakfast and lunch."

In front of Mingyun were steamed eggs with white fungus, xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), bird's nest porridge, and two stir-fried dishes.

This is a combination of breakfast and lunch.

"Eat up." Yu Ye placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Ming Yun.

Mingyun swallowed hard, picked up a small steamed bun in one hand and some vegetables with the other, and began to eat.

The taste is very good.

Mino was already a very good cook, and after all these years, the taste has only improved.

Yu Ye sat down beside her and served her some steamed eggs.

Mingyun had a great appetite and ate without saying a word.

After finishing the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), I also had two bowls of rice.

In less than half an hour, they had devoured all the food in front of them.

It wasn't until she finished eating that she realized Yu Ye hadn't touched a single bite.

"I'm sorry..." Mingyun wiped her mouth, "I've finished eating it all."

Yu Ye smiled and said, "I made this for you anyway."

"I haven't had a decent meal in over a month, thank you."

"Everyone says that husband and wife should treat each other with respect, but you're being far too polite. Have you forgotten that we're already husband and wife?"

"..."

Mingyun hurriedly picked up a glass of water next to her and drank a few sips.

Silence for two seconds.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Last night...did you go into my bedroom?"

She always felt uncomfortable if she didn't ask the question.

Yu Ye rested his chin on his hand, looking at her with a half-smile, "I not only went into your bedroom, but I also slept with you."

Mingyun herself had already noticed this situation.

My heart started racing for no reason.

She picked up her water glass again and took a few more sips to "calm her nerves."

Seeing that her expression was still quite calm, Yu Ye added, "You have quite a few injuries. I counted them, and there are thirty-six in total from head to toe. Tsk tsk..."