He didn't say anything, but just stared straight at Wen Hao, swallowing his saliva repeatedly, his pupils dilated, looking quite like he had seen a ghost.
Just as Yan Li thought Li Xiangrong was startled by the sudden ability to see her, he seemed to come to his senses, opened his mouth, and after several attempts, managed to utter a sound:
"I...I found it..."
Li Xiangrong tightened her grip, looking at the person in front of her, then at his hand still pushing the swing. After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke with a sigh of relief:
"It's her, Wen Hao."
There is only one person in this world whose name doesn't need to be spoken, yet both he and Wen Hao know whose it is, but they are unwilling to accept this outcome.
Even though Yan Li couldn't remember, she couldn't laugh anymore. After feeling the swing speed slow down significantly, she looked up at Wen Hao.
That ominous premonition grew stronger.
Yan Li coughed lightly, grabbed the ropes on both sides, and stood up from the swing. Just as she was about to take the lead, the red rope on her wrist reappeared.
They tied her up tightly.
Before Yan Li could react, Wen Hao beckoned her with his finger and pulled her back onto the swing.
Wen Hao looked at Li Xiangrong, whose expression had not yet softened, and asked, "When?"
"...Four years ago." After saying that, Li Xiangrong didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if she wanted to poison Wen Hao or if she had suicidal thoughts.
For some reason, he preferred the latter.
Perhaps the reason he couldn't bring her back in these three years was because she had long since let go of all attachments and had no lingering desires for this world.
Thinking of this, he looked at Wen Hao again, and for some reason, he felt an urge to beat him up.
The more I look at his hands, the more it itches.
If Yan Liruo really did commit suicide, Wen Hao, who had always been with him in the Yan residence, was simply a useless person. He didn't believe that she hadn't made any mistakes.
But he found nothing.
Wen Hao really hadn't expected this.
Four years ago?
Wow, it's been that long.
Wen Hao's gaze slowly shifted to Yan Li, only to find her with her head down, trying to untie the red rope binding her with her teeth. In that instant, his mind went blank.
Is she trying to... escape?
It was at this time.
Yan Menghuai ran out from the shadows, laughing maniacally: "I told you long ago that I was framed. It turns out she was the one who wanted to poison me. Wen Hao, take a good look. This is the person you love."
"You kept vigil for her for three years, even risking offending the emperor to find the real culprit, only to find out that the real culprit was herself."
"She's nothing but a wicked woman who reaped what she sowed."
"What exactly do you love about her?!"
Originally, Yan Menghuai had hoped that Wen Hao disliked Yan Li and that's why he didn't hesitate to poison her on their wedding night. But she never expected that the one who bought the poison was her good sister.
Li Xiangrong didn't know what to say either, she just frowned and looked at Yan Menghuai, who had somehow sneaked in again, with a hint of personal grudge, "What does it matter to you who he loves?"
"In short, no one can love you."
Hearing this, Yan Menghuai wanted to say something, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father rushing over angrily. "How long are you going to keep this up? You've already agreed to the marriage, but now you're thinking of running away. Where do you think you're going to put our faces?"
"How could I have given birth to such an unfilial daughter?"
Standing behind Yan's father, Yan's mother wiped away tears from her eyes. "Huai'er, you have really disappointed your mother. Come back with me, it is your big day today."
Having reached this point, Yan Menghuai looked at Wen Hao, who was standing not far away seemingly uninvolved, and finally remembered the purpose of her visit today. She couldn't help but regret the words she had just uttered, and hurriedly spoke:
“Wen Hao, don’t you love Yan Li and think you can’t live without her? She doesn’t love you, but I love you. If you’re willing to marry me, or even just take me as a concubine, I can dress up as her for the rest of my life.”
“She’s dead after all, but I’m still alive. I don’t mind if you use me as a substitute.”
Yan Menghuai was too persistent, to the point of madness, as if she could only obtain that unique emotion from Wen Hao.
But this obsession ruined her and made her forget how to be herself.
Perhaps because she was too emotional, even Yan's parents, who were about to pull her away, were stunned at this moment, looking at Wen Hao who was standing aside, wondering if he would agree because of this.
However, not everyone is a fame-seeker.
Even if Yan Li isn't by Wen Hao's side right now, even if he doesn't succeed, he would never use someone else as a substitute for her.
“I mind, and she minds too.” Wen Hao lowered his eyes. “Even if she dies, she will always be my wife.”
Having suffered such a heavy blow, Wen Hao lost all interest in getting entangled with these people and walked towards the study in a daze.
But only Yan Li, who was tied up and forced to follow him, knew the truth.
He clearly couldn't wait to settle accounts with her later.
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