Yan didn’t imdiately take the item, instead she sorrowfully covered her mouth.
Because she was afraid, afraid she couldn’t control herself and would cry out loud.
At this mont, she didn’t know what the aning was behind so many years of waiting.
He finally ca back, but everything had changed.
And between them, they could never return to what they once were.
Yan squatted on the ground, her frail shoulders trembling, making it hard for others not to feel pity.
An Bingfeng placed the item beside her, turned and left without a hint of hesitation.
Yan’s voice trembled with a slight hint of cowardice, "If I hadn’t remarried, would we have..."
"Back then I saved you from a life of hardship, even at the cost of you bearing a son for , treat it all as a dream, let what should be forgotten be forgotten..."
Clearly, no matter Yan’s choice, their outco wouldn’t change.
"It clearly wasn’t like this. If all you wanted was a son, why did you leave us so much property when you left? Why travel thousands of miles to co for An Ning now? This shows you didn’t entirely forget us..."
She still refused to believe it.
When An Ning was born, though his initial expression was of surprise, later the way he looked at the child clearly carried affection.
But she still couldn’t understand why he insisted on leaving them alone?
"Ruoyun, I thought what I did was clear enough, you shouldn’t ask such foolish questions anymore..."
On the cold slope strewn with dry leaves, Yan once again sunk into deep despair.
Yes, he had always made it clear enough, she just refused to believe it, indulged in self-deception.
Thinking back to what she assud were happy tis, she was rely comforting herself.
At that ti, he was as cold and ruthless as he is now, so she told herself it was just his nature, not specifically against her.
From the day they married, he only touched her on the wedding night.
Afterward, they lived apart.
Back then, she was so low in self-esteem she didn’t even dare to ask him for a reason.
Until she found out she was pregnant, she comforted herself thinking he was just trying to protect her, hence the distance.
Turns out, everything was a dream she wove for herself.
And he, outside that dream, she was the only one always living in it.
Tightly grasping the item in her hand, Yan’s face was already covered with tears, her vision was blurred, only his figure gradually disappearing from view, leaving her unable to see the slightest trace.
Yan actually knew in her heart, that this ti when he returned, he probably never intended to see her.
And this appearance, it was only to end things with her?
So things, though understood clearly in the heart, pretending not to know is just a refusal to accept reality.
After one’s sadness passes, Yan forced calm, wiped her tears, just as she was about to walk away, she felt a pain in her chest.
Looking down, a sharp sword had already pierced straight through her body, blood gushing like a fountain.
When she turned to look back, the long sword already retracted from his body, instantly vanishing on the spot.
When Yan finally couldn’t help but collapse to the ground, forcing herself to look behind, all she saw was blankness, not a single person in sight...
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