She rarely thought about Yuan Musheng anymore, but was worried about Helian Yu every day.
But now, Helian Yu is really gone, her heart feels empty and she can't feel anything.
Jingyang looked at the letter of divorce in his hand, his fingertips stroking the edges of the paper.
She couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
Shouldn't she be happy that this lingering engagement had finally ended?
But deep in my chest, I felt like something was blocking it, making me feel heavy and indescribable.
She slowly rolled up the letter of divorce and held it to the candlelight on the table.
The flames licked the corners of the paper, and in an instant, ashes rolled up and the words were swallowed up bit by bit in the flames.
She stared at the dancing candle flame, watching every word on it being burned by the heat, as if she was erasing a piece of the past with her own hands.
The flames danced, reflected in her dark pupils.
The last three words "Helian Yu" gradually became blurred, engulfed by the scorching flames, and finally turned into ashes and fell on the fingertips.
She thought that was the end of it and that she should let it go completely.
But tears flowed out uncontrollably, hitting the table, drop by drop.
She didn't even realize when she was crying.
Until tears blurred my vision, until sobs escaped from my throat, until I curled up in the chair and the suppressed sobs turned into uncontrollable howling.
Xuezhu arranged the carriage and hurried back, her steps hurried.
But as soon as he stepped into the yard, he heard heart-wrenching cries coming from inside the house.
It was the cry of Wang Ji, a cry she had never heard before.
She suddenly stopped and stood in the yard, clenching the corners of her clothes with both hands, her nose sore.
Then, he slowly closed his eyes.
The crying continued, through the doors and windows, through the cold winter night wind,
One by one, they fell into her heart.
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