"I deserve it. I was being irrational. You had a very good point." Mei Lin sobbed. Her heart was still heavy from all the events that she has heard.

"No, you don't deserve to be shouted out. I will do better. This is not the kind of husband I want to be..." Yang muttered. His arms tightened around Mei Lin as if she was the only lifeline he had to his sanity.

Mei Lin's arms began to wrap around Yang's waist as they both hugged each other, seeking comfort in each other as they should have been doing first as against to fighting and shouting at each other. Yang's hands caressed Mei Lin's tangled hair as he said, "I will be going to help Alexandre, and Hao Chen monitor the docks where Uncle Wu and Hao Ren traced the terrorists are... I do not know when I will be back. I will come back with Ling Ling and Chang in my arms to deliver to you, so you have to be brave and be strong for our three newborns. Take care of them and take care of yourself too..."

"Don't talk as if you aren't coming back," Mei Lin cried. Her mind was still muddled from all the events, she could not take her husband being gone too.

"I will," Yang comforted Mei Lin, but they knew the possibility of death was high.

Before Yang left, Mei Lin was handed keys to all his bank vaults making the new mother wail again. She did not like having the keys in her possession. It felt as if Zhao Yang was saying goodbye to her! Kissing her on the lips for the last time, Yang murmured to his wife after, "You are still as beautiful as the day I saw you in Paris."

Mei Lin cursed her husband. His words were not words of comfort at all.

Staring at Yang's disappearing back, Mei Lin missed him already.