Chapter 65

"Bringing Yaoyao here today is to fulfill Jiang Hansheng's wish. Although he didn't say it, I know deep down in his heart he wants to do this."

The person is dead, only God knows what Si Wan said.

Si Wan curled her lips slightly and pulled Liu Leyao: "Yaoyao, let's go home."

"Crash"

Just when Si Wan and Liu Leyao walked a short distance, the sound of broken porcelain suddenly sounded behind them.

In the bright hall, everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Qing and Si Wan.

The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow, which could burst out with a shocking sound at any time.

Wen Qing's eyes were red, her face was full of haggardness and pleading. She stared at Si Wan intently and staggered towards her.

Every step seemed to use up all the strength in my body.

Si Wan stood there with an indifferent expression, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Wen Qing's lips trembled, and her voice was filled with tears: "Si Wan, give my granddaughter back to me. She and Han Sheng are the only memories I have left."

Si Wan glanced at her coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, and said nothing.

Wen Qing's body began to tremble slightly, her legs softened, and she fell to her knees with a plop. The sound of her knees hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent hall.

She clasped her hands together and raised them high above her head, her whole body humbled to the dust: "Please, as long as you return the child to me, I will do anything for you."

The people around let out a low cry of surprise. Some wanted to go forward and help Wen Qing up, but were stopped by her resolute look.

Si Wan remained unmoved, the expression on her face as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

Wen Qing's tears rolled down, hitting the ground and soaking a small area of the ground.

Her body was shaking with sobs, but she still knelt there stubbornly, her eyes full of worry and reluctance for her granddaughter, as if she would keep kneeling there as long as Si Wan didn't agree.

"Ms. Wen, this place doesn't seem far from the Jiangan Bridge."

Because there were children present, Si Wan only gave this "reminder".

*

I gently pushed the door of the cafe and the bell rang crisply.

The sunlight instantly enveloped her. She raised her hands to lightly cover her eyebrows and eyes. When she adjusted to the light, her eyes inadvertently swept forward and her brows couldn't help but frown.

Yu Jinnian was standing not far away, his tall and slender figure bathed in the sun, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.

The scattered sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and fell on him, adding a touch of softness to his handsome face.

Yu Jinnian walked over slowly and their eyes met.

"What should we do?" He still asked.

Si Wan felt very annoyed, but she suddenly smiled at him: "When you become fat, I will forgive you."

"It's a deal." Yu Jinnian turned and left.

“…”

Neuropathy.

"Godmother, what happened to Uncle Yu?" Even Liu Leyao could see the difference in her expression.

"Leave him alone, he's sick."

As night falls, the city is shrouded in darkness, and the sound of the evening news on TV breaks the silence.

The anchor's calm yet heavy voice came over: "Today, the mother of the director of the highly-publicized Huading Group committed suicide by jumping into the river. The cause of the accident is still under investigation."

In the picture, the riverside is crowded with people, police lights are flashing, and the atmosphere is depressing and tense.

The faces of the onlookers were filled with shock and regret.

Some people murmured, "How could such a good person become so depressed?" and "How much pressure must be behind this?"

In the Si family's spacious and bright dining room, the crystal chandelier casts soft light, illuminating the exquisite tableware and the table full of delicious food.

When the Si family heard the news that Wen Qing had committed suicide by jumping into the river, the lively conversation came to an abrupt end and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Si Zhishu, who was sitting in the main seat, stopped his chopsticks in mid-air, his eyes full of shock and disbelief, and his wrinkles seemed to tell of his astonishment at the moment.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and moved his lips, but could not utter a word.

Gu Yiru was holding the wine glass elegantly, but after hearing the news, the glass almost slipped. Her face turned pale and she covered her mouth with her hands unconsciously.

Several younger generations of the Si family also put down their bowls and chopsticks and looked at each other. The only sounds on the table were the lingering sounds of the cutlery hitting the tabletop and the heavy breathing of everyone.

For a moment, the restaurant fell into a long silence.

The sound of wind outside the window came through the gaps in the window, as if reminding someone of something.

After a long moment, Si Zhishu sighed and broke the suffocating silence: "Call Jinnian."

When the Si family rushed to the hospital, the atmosphere was so depressing that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Yu Jinnian sat on a bench, smoking quietly, the swirling smoke blurring his face.

The flame of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, just like his fluctuating heart at the moment.

His eyes were somewhat empty, his thoughts drifting far away, as if he was still stuck on the moment when Wen Qing jumped into the river.

Father Si strode towards Yu Jinnian and asked, "What's the situation?"

Yu Jinnian slowly raised his head, his eyes full of fatigue: "Uncle Si is here."

At this time, the doctor came out of the operating room and told everyone that although Wen Qing had saved her life, she had become a vegetable.

Gu Yiru's legs suddenly went weak and she almost fell down. Father Si quickly supported her.

Although she resented Wen Qing, she didn't want Wen Qing to end up like this.

Si Wan stood at the farthest point, with no expression on her face.

Yu Jinnian looked at her and they stared at each other in silence.

The road between them - dead.

She was strangled to death by Si Wan herself.

How cruel.

*

A year later, snow began to fall in Country M.

Si Wan cut off her long hair. She sat in front of the window and wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the mist on the glass, but her transparent hand merged with the water droplets.

Outside the window, heavy snow was falling, like countless white elves dancing freely in the air.

Si Wan looked through the blurry glass at the snow-covered world, but her thoughts had already drifted away.

As a time traveler, she has experienced too much in this strange world.

There have been laughter, tears, and a family.

However, the frequency of her disappearance became more and more frequent, and she knew that she was about to return to her original world.

At this moment, loneliness follows her like a shadow, like this cold night, wrapping her tightly.

His eyes were a little empty, and warmth returned to his fingers.

She sighed, then slowly raised her hand and unconsciously drew circles on the window. The circles were gradually blurred by the hot air she exhaled.

During the few short years in this world, every detail flashes through my mind like a movie.

But now, all of this may become a memory.

A cold wind blew, the window made a slight sound, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Si Wan hugged her arms tightly, trying to give herself some warmth.

I feel mixed emotions, longing for the original world and reluctant to leave this world.

"Maybe, it was just a dream." She whispered softly, her voice drowned by silence.

She didn't know whether she would still remember everything here after returning to her original world, nor did she know whether the people here would occasionally think of her.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the world became quieter.

Si Wan still stared blankly out the window, letting the tears well up in her eyes.

"I'm crazy to even think of him." A figure appeared in her eyes.

The man stood under the thin white tree.