Chapter 136 Fate and Regret

"go out."

The guard froze in fear at the two cold words.

"yes!"

The guard lowered his head and walked away quickly, not bothering to answer Wen Wan's question.

The room was very quiet.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

Wen Wan stood up and walked slowly to Wen En. Her uneasiness was reflected in his light gray pupils.

She raised her hand tremblingly, her fingers touching his veil, but at the last moment, he grabbed her wrist.

"presumptuous!"

He had never scolded her in such a harsh tone.

"You're just a substitute, but you really think you're my sweetheart and can do whatever you want with me?"

Wen Wan was stunned. She was not frightened by him, but choked with sobs and asked stubbornly, "Wen En, is it you?"

Upon hearing this, Winn's expression didn't change at all, and his tone was calm, "Who is Winn?"

Wen Wan's eyes were red. "Your eyes are 70% similar to his, and you're about the same height as him! You, you are Wen En, right?"

"Is that all?" Wen En snorted coldly. "I think you're just like me. You just can't accept the loss of your loved one, so you use someone similar as a substitute. I've become your spiritual sustenance."

After hearing what he said, Wen Wan frowned even more tightly.

She gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "Then take off your veil and let me see your true face! If you don't dare to take off the veil, it's Wen En."

Even if she was throwing a tantrum, she would still find out the truth.

Even though the possibility that the little prince of Mobei and Wen En were the same person was extremely small, she was unwilling to give up even the slightest hope.

Winn squeezed her hand firmly, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked coldly, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

"want!"

The two sides were deadlocked for a moment, and finally Winn was defeated.

"Okay, take a look."

He said as he released her wrist.

Wen Wan held her breath, lifted a corner of the veil, and slowly uncovered it.

This was a face as handsome as Winn's, but it was not Winn's.

He has sharp facial features, a high nose, thin lips, and a wheat-colored complexion. His cheeks are slightly red from the long-term exposure to wind and sand. This blush does not make him look sick, but rather adds a sense of rugged heroism.

He has a typical Mobei appearance.

Wen Wan stared at him in a daze, looking at his face carefully, as if she still couldn't believe it, and reached out to touch the skin under his cheek.

She remembered that even when wearing a pigskin mask, it would be hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

Winn knew what she was confirming and stood quietly without moving.

Finally, Wen Wan's tears flowed unconsciously, and the hope in her eyes disappeared completely.

"Disappointed?" Wen En smiled bitterly, his throat bitter, and he swallowed, "I said, I'm not the one you're looking for."

It's impossible to say I'm not disappointed.

But after confirming it, Wen Wan felt relieved.

She said gruffly, "I'm sorry."

Wen En didn't say anything, but raised his hand, wanting to wipe her tears, but Wen Wan instinctively stepped back and avoided his fingers.

"I'd better keep painting. I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to remember his face at all."

Wen Wan sat back at the table and began to carefully draw Wen En's portrait.

Winn stood by the table, watching her cry and draw quietly.

An hour later.

The portrait was completed, and the boy on the paper was indeed 90% similar to Winn.

"You... draw very well."

The light in Winn's eyes gradually brightened, unable to hide his inner excitement.

This is a picture drawn by his sister.

Wen Wan didn't notice the light in his eyes, her thoughts drifting away, "His name is Wen En, a relative I treat as a younger brother."

Wen En lowered his eyes, hiding his emotions, and asked in a low voice: "He's not your biological brother, why are you so nice to him?"

Wen Wan raised her head and asked, "Do you believe in the fate between people?"

Winn was puzzled.

Wen Wan: "Some people become friends the moment they meet, while some people remain unfriended even after knowing each other for years. Wen En and I are not siblings, but when I first met him, I knew that if I could save him, he would become my family."

"Why?" Wen En asked, not quite understanding.

Wen Wan lifted up the portrait and blew on it, trying to dry the ink quickly.

"Any wine?"

Winn was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Wen Wan said softly: "You have wine, I have a story, do you want to listen?"

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The altar in the back garden of the royal court is the best place to watch the sunset.

It’s a pity that it’s cloudy today. From beginning to end, even the sunlight has a hard time penetrating the clouds.

Wen En ordered someone to get the best wine, a small jar the size of a palm, and the rich aroma of the wine could be smelled even before it was opened.

Wen Wan and Wen En sat side by side beside the altar.

She uncovered the dust, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Winn, clinked glasses with him, and then drank it all.

She drank it, but the wine in Winn's glass remained untouched.

Under normal circumstances, Wen Wan would definitely notice this detail, but for some reason today, she felt very dizzy after just drinking one glass.

"I once had a younger brother, a biological younger brother."

When Wen Wan opened her mouth, her voice was carried by the wind, sounding a little distant.

"After our parents died, we were adopted by different families. And then... my brother suffered the same pain that Winn went through, but my brother was not as lucky as Winn. No one extended a helping hand to him at the last moment."

So, the person she saved was never Winn.

It's her regret.

Meeting Winn in this world was God's chance to give her a chance to make up for this regret.

Her story was short and there was not much wine in the jar. She shook the jar and poured herself another glass.

She turned around, smiled at Wen En and said, "Look, isn't my meeting with him a kind of fate?"

Winn: “Yes.”

"Cheers to fate."

Wen Wan raised his glass again, but suddenly felt dizzy and lost his grip on the glass, causing the wine to spill onto his arm.

"Sorry, I might be drunk..."

Wen Wan was in a daze, pulling his sleeve and helping him wipe the wine stains.

In a trance, she seemed to see the hideous and twisted scars on his arms.

She was startled and paused. She wanted to take a closer look, but he had quickly lowered his sleeve to cover the scars.

"Your injury looks strange... I feel like I've seen it somewhere..."

Before she could finish her words, she fainted on Winn's shoulder.

Wen En carefully held her head and snapped his fingers. The chief steward led several strong women forward.

"Send her back to her room to rest."

The chief steward responded and said worriedly, "Your Highness, don't worry about such trivial matters as sending Miss Jiejie to rest. The medicinal bath is ready for you. Please go over quickly."

"You should have taken the bath this morning, but Miss Jiejie delayed it for two hours. The palace physician said you have to take the medicinal bath on time, otherwise the skin on your face will not last..."

"Shut up."

Wen En interrupted him impatiently and said viciously, "Do I need you to remind me all the time that this skin on my face isn't mine?"