Dragged into the study, Yan Li looked at the silent Wen Hao and, recalling the scene just now and the words Yan Menghuai had spoken, couldn't help but wonder: "Why send her to the authorities?"
"And who is the person in the painting?"
What was the truth back then?
Yan Li noticed something was wrong with Wen Hao the moment he saw Yan Menghuai, especially after hearing Yan Menghuai's last words.
They seemed to regard Yan Menghuai as the real murderer, which is why they had their servants send her to the authorities.
But faced with this fact, another voice in her heart kept telling her that Yan Menghuai was innocent and that someone else had killed her.
Yan Li wanted to wait for Wen Hao to give her an explanation, to reveal the truth.
“Ah Li, the person in the painting is you,” Wen Hao’s eyes were as black as ink as he looked at Yan Li, who stood at the door unwilling to approach any further. His heart sank, but his tone remained calm.
"You've forgotten everything."
"Am I never important to you?"
He couldn't understand it.
Why did his Ah Li forget that year, only believing that there was no affection between them, only interests, that it was the result of weighing the pros and cons, and that she made the decision out of desperation?
Even the way she looked at him was distant and suspicious.
She even suspected that he had poisoned her.
Yan Li frowned slightly, having received no answer.
"Did I forget, or did you forget? This marriage was forced upon me by my parents in the first place."
“I’ve said it before: if you rise to prominence in the future, you can fly high as a bird in the sky, and our Yan family will not say that you are ungrateful. And now, you can find a living wife and start over, instead of questioning a man who has been dead for three years.”
Wen Hao was almost brought to tears:
"And what about you?"
"Watching me marry my new wife, don't you...?"
Yan Li didn't hesitate: "Of course I'm going to be reincarnated. You don't want to tie me up and watch you two get married, do you?"
The red thread between their wrists reappeared. Wen Hao hooked his fingers on the seemingly thin but incredibly strong thread, angrily trying to pull Yan Li to his side.
"Wen Hao, what are you running away from?" Yan Li could naturally feel the pull on her wrist, but at this moment she didn't want to get close to Wen Hao, and was even a little scared.
When she was alive, she couldn't see him clearly, and now that she's a ghost, she still can't see him clearly.
"Are you really planning to spend your life with a ghost?"
Seeing that he couldn't pull Yan Li away, Wen Hao paused for a moment, staring intently at her, then quickly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
In the blink of an eye, by the time Yan Li realized what was happening, she was already pinned to the bed.
"So what if it is?" Wen Hao's eyes reddened, and his tone gradually lowered.
“Ah Li is wary of me and doesn’t trust me. If that’s the case, why would she think that I went to great lengths to keep you by my side, only to send you to your next life because of a few casual words from you?”
He couldn't help but feel that Yan Li was a bit too naive.
"Then what do you want?" Yan Li asked instinctively, only to see Wen Hao slowly lean down, a smile playing on his lips.
In a fleeting moment, his kiss landed on her lips, his fingers brushing away the stray hairs between her brows, and he said softly, "If Ah Li is going to leave, she should at least give me, the soul caretaker, something in return, shouldn't she?"
Rewards?
Is this an attempt to extort payment from her?
But keeping her alive, for him, could be considered revenge.
"……what ever."
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Li felt a chill run down her spine from Wen Hao's intense gaze.
She had a feeling that if she uttered another word of objection, Wen Hao would do something earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, and she couldn't handle the shock that such a thing would bring.
Upon hearing this, Wen Hao seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
"Ali"
"I didn't poison the wine that night."
"I've been investigating the truth you're looking for all these years, Ali, can you..."
Yan Li was unusually bewildered, not quite understanding why Wen Hao had suddenly brought this up.
Wen Hao paused for a moment, then suddenly pressed his fingers together and covered Yan Li's eyes. After a long while, he slowly exhaled, "Don't doubt me, try to trust me?"
His voice was as light as willow catkins, quickly dissipating into the air, and like a boulder sinking into the sea, causing a huge wave before disappearing without a sound, sinking straight to the bottom of the sea.
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