We were very close.

So close that I could almost hear the rhythm of his breathing and feel the warmth radiating from his body temperature.

Ferris listened to my question from just now and didn’t speak immediately. Adam’s apple rolled slightly, as if restraining something.

“Mm.” His voice was so low and hoarse it was barely audible.

I was stunned and instinctively looked

I up at him.

These past few days, he had always b

somewhat abnormal.

He started frequently dreaming about the past, dreaming about those fragments we had once walked through together… some even clearer than what I remembered.

“Do you… still not trust me now?”

He couldn’t lie, I knew that. In his current state, it was impossible for him to pretend anything.

Ferris shook his head, his expression gentle yet carrying a certainpassion couldn’t read.

“No. Ljust think you’re… really amazing. You can’t see, yet you can y piano and even help me modify pieces.”

I knew my tone sounded somewhat dejected.

He heard it.

He could always hear my emotions – this was true before, and bit’s /btrue now.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke: “Because I must be excellent.”

I was stunned.

Ferris’s voice continued slowly: “I’ve been dreaming about childhood thingstely…those years that didn’t belong to freedom. From a young age, I was instilled with the idea of bing the future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack, to win, to be perfect, never allowed to be vulnerable.”

When he said this, there was no resentment, no anger, only a destion as calm as ake at midnight.

“It’s the same now.” He turned to look at me, his voice as light as wind. “If I’m not excellent enough, how can I take care of you… and the child in your belly?”

My heart jolted violently, and for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

The next second, he suddenly reached out and pulled me into his arms.

I instinctively wanted to dodge, but his embrace was too familiar, too warm, like a huge whirlpool that sucked my entire being in.

“Let’s start over, okayb?/b” he said in a low voice.

“I love you, very much.”

I was stunned.

Ferris… said he loved me.

These three words, he had never said before. Not because he didn’t love, but because he simply disdained to express it.

He was the Ferris beloved by everyone, never needing to please anyone, much less deigning bto /blower his head to admit liking, let alone “love.”

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bBut /bbhe /bbsaid /bbit /bbtoday/b.

bI /beven bforgot /bto push him away.

He held me tighter and lowered his head, as if wanting to kiss me.

bI /bcame back to my senses and was about to speak when Ferris said in a low vode: “Mm… tonight I’ll go catch fish.”

“Ah?” bI /bdidn’t quite react.

Where would he catch fish in such cold weather?

Mary also looked at him suspiciously: “Bragging. The ice in the river is frozen icker than your face. Catch fish?”

I thought she was right – what fish could be caught in this weather? But Ferris always kept his word.

As it turned out, at ten o’clock that evening, someone really delivered arge basket of fresh river fish.

I recognized at a nce that they were the kind of wild fish from the small river in our hometown that Mary had always been talking about.

Ferris handed the fish to me, his expression as calm as if he had just done something casually.

I immediately processed several fish and made soup for Mary.

The fish was fresh with a rich vor, clearly just caught from the river. I nned to keep some of the rest and give the others to neighbors

didn’t really care how he got the fish. Rich people always have ways.

But Mary, holding the soup bowl, nced at iit /iand stubbornly put it down: “He caught this?b” /b

“More urately, he paid someone to catch it,” I said.

She shook her head: “I don’t want to owe him.”

I sighed, put down the soup bowl, walked over and hugged her: “You’re overthinking. He’s living at your house, eating and sleeping here. What’s wrong with getting some fish? Besides… I made this soup.”

I knew her concerns.

It was because Mary had casually mentioned wanting fish soupst night that Ferris sent someone to catch fish.

She was afraid that because of ia /ibowl of soup, I would be moved again, feel indebted again, fall back in again.

But this time, she finally sighed softly and took the bowl: “The fish from our area still taste better, no fishy smell.”

I didn’t speak, just held her hand.

That night, Mary only drank half a small bowl before falling into deep sleep again.

Looking at her gradually thinning face, my heart tightened.

A few dayster, it was time for Colton and his fiancée’s wedding. Cynthia contacted me early in the morning, asking me to apany her to attend.

I arranged everything with the caregiver and housekeeper, instructing them to take good care of Mary and contact me immediately iif /ianything happened. I also told Ferris that I was going out.

Right after we left, Ferris had someone drive him to follow us.

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