The incident with Wen Yu must have been a huge blow to this man. Jiaojiao rembered seeing him a month ago when he was still full of spirit, but now he’s beco much thinner and seems dispirited.
That night after coming back from Xiahe Village, Jiaojiao couldn’t help but let her mind wander.
She thought that if Old Master Duan hadn’t interfered back then, Duan Qianyang and Wen Yu would surely have been an enviable couple. For so many years, Duan Qianyang never sought out anyone else, which shows the depth of his feelings for Wen Yu.
If that were the case, perhaps the tragedy of Xiu Xi in both past and present lifetis wouldn’t have happened.
And their Ruan Family might have been in a different situation altogether...
This ti, when Duan Qianyang and Xiu Xi went to Xiahe Village, Jiaojiao didn’t go with them.
It took one day to move Wen Yu’s grave.
After exhuming Wen Yu’s grave, Duan Qianyang wasn’t in a hurry to leave; he made a trip to the police station to see Xiu Jianlin.
The last ti he ca to recognize Xiu Xi, he didn’t go because he thought Wen Yu had really married this man and was willing to bear children for him.
But this ti, when the truth was uncovered, he realized that she, like him, had been steadfastly holding onto the promise they made to each other back then.
Xiu Jianlin and Liu i haven’t been tried yet and are being held at the police station, separated. When Xiu Jianlin heard soone wanted to see him, he was confused because he couldn’t think of who would co to visit him.
A few days of being imprisoned, coupled with the revelation of the past event, kept him sleepless, and whenever he closed his eyes, it was as if he could see Wen Yu’s eyes unclosed even at her death.
Guilt, regret, and fear for the future tornted him beyond recognition.
When he ca out looking disheveled and unkempt, with a scruffy beard, he saw Duan Qianyang standing outside the bars, dressed impeccably, and looking even more handso than stars in magazines.
Xiu Jianlin rarely saw a man in such a neat suit, and even when he did at town, he never dared to raise his head and look directly at them.
Moreover, to have soone like Duan Qianyang here, who surpassed him by miles in deanor, attire, and even appearance, his gaze could only reach Duan Qianyang’s shoulders before his eyes naturally lowered in timidity.
When he finally dared to glance sideways at those eyes of Duan Qianyang, which were identical to Xiu Xi’s, he froze.
He almost didn’t need to ask to know the other person’s identity.
It was him!
The man Wen Yu had hidden in her book!
That ti, he forced himself on Wen Yu because he was provoked by the picture of this man which Wen Yu kept in her book. After Wen Yu died, out of fear, he had burned that book and the photo together.
He never thought that after so many years, he would et him in person.
One was a person of outstanding temperant, always surrounded by a crowd, a natural-born leader, while the other was a scruffy suspect dragged out of jail, the disparity stark.
Duan Qianyang didn’t even need to speak; just his gaze made Xiu Jianlin drop his head, unable even to muster the courage to et his eyes for a mont.
Duan Qianyang looked at this cowardly man before him, his eyes were deep, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
On the way here, he grappled with one question: Wen Yu died with one life inside her, and the child in her belly was Xiu Jianlin’s. He couldn’t understand why, even if Xiu Jianlin had no feelings for Wen Yu, he could be so heartless to his own child.
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