That's it.

During the brief silence earlier, Lin Yu thought about a lot of things.

He remembered the Lin Yu from before his transmigration, the one who took over the legacy of the previous moderator of the True Love forum, filled with excitement and vowing to defend true love to the death.

He also thought of the Lin Yu from two months ago, who, for the sake of the ultimate revenge, dragged his heavy steps and willingly walked into the mire of betrayal and NTR, mixing himself up with them.

He thought of the Lin Yu from the very beginning of his transmigration, who was extremely resistant to and disdainful of the course of fate, firmly believing he could change it.

He also thought of the Lin Yu who, after a series of "coincidences," became increasingly hunched under the weight of morality and responsibility, yet could only endure everything in silence.

He saw the ambitious Lin Yu of the past, who vowed to compete with the so-called heavens or fate.

And he saw the present, the one right in front of him, a Lin Yu who seemed to have had all his claws and fangs pulled out, unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly felt an indescribable anger.

Why had he degenerated into this state?

How had he become so weak and disgusting?

Like a coward who was bullied but didn't even dare to fight back.

Lin Yu's principle for taking action had never been about whether he could win, but whether he should fight.

Lin Yu could not accept such a cowardly version of himself.

In his fury, he began to gather everything at hand that he could use, planning to launch a final and most ferocious counterattack against that invisible, intangible entity.

Lin Yu knew it was not invincible.

Faced with some massive or extreme changes, even it was destined to be powerless.

Just like the scavenger who was killed in prison by Zhao She's subordinates.

It couldn't bring the dead back to life, could it?

Nourished by Lin Yu's anger, all sorts of extreme thoughts grew like wild, flaring flames.

These flames clung to Lin Yu's soul, madly climbing upward and burning.

Just as these maddening flames were about to completely devour his soul, Lin Yu suddenly noticed a corner of the phantom reflection on the tawny glass tabletop.

A basin of cold water suddenly appeared without warning and splashed down heavily.

The extreme flames, along with Lin Yu's indignation that was willing to be burned to ashes, turned into a pile of wet, sticky ash at this moment.

Damp, muddy, and powerless.

Lin Yu closed his eyes in despair.

Seeing that existence reflected on the tinted glass, rising and falling with Su Yuyao's breathing.

Lin Yu suddenly realized.

It was not a prop that could be used to fight back.

Instead, it was a living, breathing life that needed to rely on and depend on him to grow bit by bit...

...

"I will take responsibility."

Yes.

Let it be like this.

Lin Yu threw away the Lin Yu who wanted to make him stand up straight, throw off all his burdens, and rebel.

Along with his unwillingness, his anger, and his obsession.

He threw them all away.

Let it be like this.

It should end.

All of this should come to an end.

Lin Yu's light and airy words seemed to possess some kind of magic.

In an instant, they swept away the oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging over the entire room.

Qing Mo's eyes lit up, and upon hearing these words, her whole body relaxed.

Her tight lips loosened at this moment, curving into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile of relief.

Su Yuyao sat to the side, her frail, huddled shoulders seeming to draw in even closer.

She raised her hand and covered her mouth, which was hidden by her long hair as she bowed her head.

Her thin body couldn't stop trembling at this moment.

After Lin Yu spoke, the spacious living room returned to silence.

But this time, the heavy, suffocating atmosphere was gone.

At least, that was how it appeared in the eyes of Qing Mo and Su Yuyao.

"Alright then."

"In that case, I'll be leaving now."

Qing Mo picked up her bag next to her, stood up, and said.

She and Su Yuyao had originally made many plans and contingencies to deal with the various reactions Lin Yu might have upon learning the truth.

But looking at it now, there was no longer any need to say those things.

Since Lin Yu had already accepted Su Yuyao and this child.

She should leave the rest of the time to the two of them...

...

No.

It should be three.

Turning around and walking past the sofa, Qing Mo headed toward the door.

Before reaching the door, after changing her shoes and placing her hand on the doorknob, Qing Mo turned her head to look at Lin Yu, not forgetting to help him lift the heaviest stone from his heart.

"I've already spoken to Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman."

"They are both willing to accept it."

"Don't worry."

The process of persuading the two of them was actually far from as easy as Qing Mo made it sound.

Both of them had actually been very resistant.

Whether it was Su Yuyao's age or the child in her womb.

Both women expressed that it was extremely hard for them to accept.

Left with no other choice, Qing Mo brought out her trump card.

She told the two of them about the time Lin Yu had once suffered a mental breakdown and attempted to do something foolish.

At this, the aversion and resistance in their hearts were quickly replaced by guilt and panic.

Tang Manman knew that if what Qing Mo said was true, then she was the main culprit who had caused all of this.

And it was the same for Xia Muzhu.

She knew.

Because of the misunderstanding caused by Xia Yueshan.

She also bore an undeniable responsibility for Lin Yu's overwhelming mental stress.

Amidst their guilt and the fear that Lin Yu might go to extremes.

Coupled with the fact that this incident itself was an accident and not something Lin Yu had intended to do.

The two of them finally, reluctantly, accepted the situation.

Lin Yu had barely moved since he sat down on the sofa.

It wasn't until this moment that he turned his head and looked at Qing Mo with a face full of shock.

There wasn't much expression on Qing Mo's face.

She simply responded to Lin Yu's shocked gaze with gentle and caring eyes, as if this was exactly what she was supposed to do.

"Thank you."

After his brief shock, Lin Yu's eyes softened as if melting, and he whispered his thanks from the bottom of his heart.

Qing Mo had never liked Lin Yu's politeness.

What she wanted was for him to be impolite with her.

The more impolite, the better!

Lin Yu knew this very well.

But at this moment, the two of them tacitly communicated using these words that seemed somewhat distant, yet were the most heartfelt.

"It's nothing," Qing Mo said softly.

Click.

The door was gently closed.

Qing Mo had left, and the only people remaining in the living room were Lin Yu and Su Yuyao, who hadn't said much the entire time.

At this point, Lin Yu knew he couldn't continue to stay silent in this half-dead state.

In fact, compared to him, Su Yuyao was even more innocent.

She hadn't done anything wrong.

Yet, she was inexplicably dragged into what had happened that day.