Semua Bab My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire: Bab 161 - Bab 162

This morning, the mist arrived before the light.It clung not like fog, but like a story forgotten in a dream—thin, but insistent. I stepped into it without caution. I’ve learned that here, the veil is not always meant to be lifted. Sometimes, it is to be walked with.In the hush, I met Yren.He was humming a tune older than memory. Not ancient—primordial. The kind of sound that could stitch broken sleep or guide seeds through soil. He didn’t stop when he saw me. He only stepped aside, inviting me to walk beside the hum.He held a vessel in both hands: not a cup, not a bowl, but something in between. It was made of memorywood—carved by hands that had let go of needing to own. Inside it swirled something silver and weightless. I didn’t ask what it was.He said, “I’ve been gathering moments that almost happened.”I nodded. Here, that meant I understood.We walked until the mist opened into a clearing I didn’t know existed yesterday. But I didn’t feel surprised. Only ready.At the center