Yan Sijue had imagined many tis the scenario of reuniting with Lan Yueru.
He thought Lan Yueru would either burst into tears of joy, or be filled with resentnt, or be overwheld by the painful mories of the past.
But he hadn’t expected the weariness and exhaustion in Lan Yueru after she awoke.
She did not want to recall the past, so she did not want to see him, nor see Yiliang who resembled Mu Ning.
And her hatred for Old Sir Yan had nowhere to be directed after his death.
Confused for more than a decade, she suddenly sobered up and quickly threw those lingering mories into the trash, with Xin being the only one who could bring her peace.
Her reliance on Xin was not just because of trust, but also because Xin did not carry the shadows of the past. Facing Xin, Lan Yueru felt no psychological burden.
Yan Sijue looked at her quiet, sowhat indifferent profile for a long ti, suddenly unable to speak.
He had no reason to bla her. He rembered what Yiliang had told him—that a mother might have both love and hate for her child. He suddenly understood this deeply.
Seeing him, Lan Yueru was reminded not only of Old Sir Yan but also of the compromises and sacrifices she made to protect him as he grew up.
Lan Yueru turned around and gazed absently at the rain-soaked garden.
Yan Sijue looked at her back, standing silently for a long ti.
At so point, Xin walked up beside him.
Yan Sijue glanced at her, then turned and left, Xin hesitated for a mont before following him.
Back in the corridor, Yan Sijue stopped and looked at her: "You are the only one who can accompany her now."
Xin nodded: "I know."
"If you don’t want to, I won’t force you," Yan Sijue said calmly, "but if you’re willing to stay by her side, I hope you’ll do so wholeheartedly."
Xin smiled, her gaze proud, "Of course. But please don’t think I have ulterior motives. If you still regard with suspicion, I can only apologize."
Yan Sijue looked at her, his gaze contemplative.
"This ti, I believe you." He finally uttered these words.
Xin watched him leave.
She could guess what Lan Yueru had said to him, because Lan Yueru had already told her those things.
Yan Sijue’s deanor was even calr than she had expected; she thought he would be at least pained, but instead, he quickly accepted the reality.
For the first ti, Xin felt that the woman by his side was indeed extraordinary.
...
Mu Yiliang was originally waiting at ho for Yan Sijue. If Lan Yueru was truly unwilling to reconcile with Yan Sijue because of her, then perhaps this ti there would be no qualms.
She wondered what her husband would feel about it.
But as the day went by without any sign of Yan Sijue, Housekeeper Li walked toward her, holding a phone.
"Madam. Mr. Mu asked to inform you that Miss Mu Yixun... has unfortunately passed away..."
Mu Yiliang was suddenly stunned.
Mu Yixun... is dead?
For a mont, she couldn’t tell what she felt inside. She had no real emotional connection with this sister in na, as they did not grow up together, and even last ti, Nie Qing had used Mu Yixun’s illness as leverage to kidnap her. But hearing this news so abruptly, she couldn’t be at ease.
But that was as far as it went. For her, knowing the news and quietly mourning for a mont was enough; she would never take the initiative to offer condolences, as that would only give i Suqin an outlet for her resentnt.
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