Extinct species
Chapter 38: The End of the Evil
After being rescued, Peng Zuoyan took care of Yi Huan personally, and felt at ease only when he kept an eye on him at all times.
Peng Zuoyan often stared at her abdomen, lost in thought, sometimes hesitant, sometimes expectant.
Yi Huan sneered in his heart, how could the mother not feel the bastard in her belly?
"I want to go out for a walk."
"I'll go with you."
Yi Huan deliberately avoided him and said unhappily, "No."
After half a month of peace, Yi Huan disappeared again, and it took two hours to get the news of his disappearance.
"Where are the people?" Peng Zuoyao was furious. After sending the people away, he scolded, "Go find all the useless people."
In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted, "The lady is back!"
Yi Huan stepped over the threshold, her skirt stained with blood and her face pale and gray.
"Ahuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Go call the doctor, no, go call the imperial physician from the palace, call the chief physician!"
Yi Huan avoided his touch, stood on the steps and looked him in the eye, and said bluntly: "Do you think I don't know that you are pregnant?"
"Ah Huan, you and I should be good to each other. When our child is born, I will definitely compensate you well."
"I'm running away this time just to kill this evil creature."
Peng Zuoyan was stunned and pretended not to understand, "Ah Huan, what are you talking about? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Two doses of medicine, how many evil creatures can't be killed? You killed my husband, imprisoned me, and humiliated me, why should I give birth to your child?"
Yi Huan's vicious expression faded, and he suddenly became frustrated. He said softly, "Peng Zuoyuan, if my child were still alive, he would be seven years old now."
That summer, Peng Zuoyang killed Yi Huan and Chao Lanyu's child with his own hands. Years later, the boomerang shot into Peng Zuoyang's eyebrows again. Karma and reincarnation are inevitable.
"You only have one child with me."
Peng Zuoyan anxiously grabbed her hand and confirmed, "Ah Huan, we only have one child, the one you killed with your own hands."
"Peng Zuoyan, you won't let me go."
"You keep remembering the past. From the past till now, you don't even pretend to be gentle with me. Ah Huan, you are so cruel."
Yi Huan curled his lips indifferently, shook off his hand with all his strength, and laughed: "I'm cruel? Have you lost your fucking memory? You have never been a good person, why are you pretending here?"
"Ah Huan!"
"hiss."
Peng Zuoyan noticed her drooping right hand and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"I went to Ayu's grave, gave birth to an evil child, and crippled my right hand."
"You're crazy Yi Huan!"
Peng Zuoyan was furious at her words and gnashed his teeth, "He is so important to you. If he dies, you will kill our child and you will have to compensate him with an arm. Yi Huan, you are truly loyal and righteous!"
He felt sorry for her, but also lamented that she was still as ruthless as ever.
"Of course it's important to have a look at the morning scene."
Yi Huan was equally frantic, angrily demanding, "If Ah Yu could live, I would gladly give my life to him. Don't forget, he died in your crackdown on us. He died for you, and for me. Why shouldn't I be hurt myself? If you hadn't robbed him, he wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't be like this. Why are you still angry? It's ridiculous. The murderer puts himself in a low moral position, yet he questions the victim. How unreasonable."
Peng Zuoyan closed his eyes and opened them again, still feeling angry when he heard the word hate.
Holding her in his arms, Peng Zuoyan clenched his left hand into a fist and said angrily and helplessly, "Hate me, then don't love him if you hate me."
If you hate me for remembering me, then hate me for the rest of your life, and we will be entangled together for the rest of our lives.
"Hate is not love, and my love for you does not turn into hate."
So the emotions are different. Pure hatred can only be resolved by life and death, and entanglement is also a helpless act.
Many imperial doctors came from the Imperial Medical Bureau. The damage caused by the abortion drug was easy to treat, but it was impossible to restore the limp right hand to its previous state.
Yi Huan watched them discuss the diagnosis and treatment indifferently. Peng Zuoyan was very dissatisfied with the result and got very angry.
Bone injuries are difficult to heal. By the end of autumn, the wounds inside and outside Yi Huan's arms had healed. He applied skin-regenerating ointment every day, and the scars were getting lighter every day.
Clusters of white osmanthus flowers were in full bloom. Yi Huan held a few of them in his left hand and subconsciously reached out to pick up the ceramic vase with his right hand. However, he was disappointed to find that it was too heavy and there was a dull pain in his right hand.
Peng Zuoyan saw that she was the one feeling sad, so he took the vase and put it over to her, "Ah Huan, this is the vase you wanted."
Yi Huan arranged flowers silently, his eyelashes cast shadows, and his expression could not be seen.
Peng Zuoyan comforted her and said, "I will find Ah Huan, the miracle doctor. Don't worry, there will be a miracle doctor who can heal your hand."
"I just can't get used to it. Do you see any regret on my face or body?"
Yi Huan laughed out loud, "Peng Zuoyan, I don't care whether my right hand recovers or not. Even if it becomes disabled, that's my choice. But for you, I only hope that you die, or I die."
This is the only way to have a rest.
"Stop talking, Ah Huan."
Peng Zuoyan interrupted her with a hug, not wanting to hear her say such heartless and cruel words.
Yi Huan couldn't get away, so he stood there straight, rejecting him completely in his heart and words, allowing him to continue deceiving her.
In such a forced relationship, Yi Huan felt sleepy.
Peng Zuoyan's wishful thinking is more of his own selfish desire, giving the forced relationship a false cloak of love, but Yi Huan always remembers what the robber did, and he does not deserve love.
"Can't you find someone else you like?"
Peng Zuoyan was silent and promised solemnly: "I love you, Ah Huan."
"laugh."
Yi Huan has been feeling depressed lately, so Peng Zuoyan suggested going out for a walk to relax.
Some people lit lanterns in the moat to commemorate the dead, and many people squatted by the river and whispered to each other. Lanterns carrying longing and remembrance were sent out, connecting the hearts on both sides of the yin and yang.
Peng Zuoyuan took great pains to convince himself and allowed her to light a lamp for Chao Lanyou for the first time, with undisguised suspicion in his eyes.
Yi Huan touched the lantern he handed her with her fingertips, then withdrew her hand and said, "The person is dead, why do this for the living? Who will see it?"
She took two steps first, then stopped in front of the next stall, picked up a lamp, and wrote the name of the person she was sending the letter to.
As for the words of blessing, Yi Huan said that they were in his heart and there was no need to express them in writing.
A Yu, I want to ask if you are okay. I am not doing well. If you can, please send me a dream.
In front of Chao Lanyou's stele, she endured the pain of a broken hand and pulled tendons, fainted from the pain and woke up again. What kept her going was the courage in her heart.
Peng Zuoyan squatted down beside her, touched her hair and said, "Ah Huan, I can tolerate you having him in your heart, but can you give me a deadline? When can you start to accept me?"
"Sure."
Peng Zuoyan was very excited and asked repeatedly: "Speak."
"When you die."
He was visibly disappointed. Yi Huan then followed up with a smile on his face, but his words were harsh and cruel. "No, if you die, I can't accept you. I don't like you, and I don't know how to pretend to like you."
"I give you everything I can, except for a little freedom. Why can't you be by my side? I can guarantee that as long as I am here, the Peng family will not perish, and you will always be honored and worry-free."
"A little? How much? Allow me to attend the banquet, allow me not to bow to you, allow me to stay out all day? Or give me the right to quarrel with you?"
Peng Zuoyan thought deeply and agreed, "Except for not leaving me, I can promise all these."
"Is this your charity?"
"No, my sincerity."
Yi Huan sneered and refused, "But I can't do it. I can't forget your coercion, and I don't believe I can't do it. If I don't come home for a few days, if I say something you don't like, if you and I disagree, you will definitely argue with me, you will control me tyrannically, so I don't trust you."
Peng Zuoyan couldn't say anything to refute. In these situations, his first thought was indeed to control it, but he was willing to change. People always change, right?
"I can change. I want to be an ordinary couple with you. If my behavior pushes you away, then I'm willing to become someone you can accept more easily."
"Ah Huan, love can change people. I will learn to be the way you like. I just hope you can give me some time and be a little more tolerant."
Yi Huan shook his head and said soberly, "Maybe you will change, but what does it have to do with me? You are the one who caused the harm, you insulted me and forced me. Just because you want feelings and love, I have to adapt to your changes? But I am an independent person, I have my own thoughts, you can't control me, and I will never forget those injuries."
"Do you have anything you loved most in your childhood?"
Not understanding why she suddenly changed the subject, Peng Zuoyan replied, "Yes."
"Do you still have those things? Do you still like them?"
Peng Zuoyuan disagreed with her comparing herself to an object, and said earnestly, "How dare you compare yourself to an object? Besides, if I don't force you anymore, you should be relieved. Then I will let you go, or you can stay in the Peng Mansion and I will give you a place to stay. At least I will ensure that you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"I don't live on your empty promises."
Yi Huan didn't want to be a plaything, and these words were just his delaying tactics, so she didn't fall for it.
"When will that be? If you never give up on me throughout your life, won't I have to wait forever? Impossible."
Peng Zuoyan knelt down on one knee, held her hand and swore, "Ah Huan, I'm sincere. You can watch me change, and I will change."
Yi Huan waited for several seconds before turning his head, looking down slightly into his eyes, and said calmly, "You're boiling a frog in warm water? You're so confident. Peng Zuoyan, I have my bottom line. If I change with you, it would mean denying my former self. If I do that, it would mean erasing me. So I won't try to get along with you peacefully."
"I will make you soften your heart." Peng Zuoyan was mostly silent and felt deeply powerless.
Yi Huan looked at the lanterns all over the lake, searched for his own lantern with his eyes, and said casually, "Maybe."
But Peng Zuoyuan may have overestimated himself and underestimated her heart. Chao Lanyu died when the two were in love, and he was still the main culprit. Yi Huan had his own judgment in his heart. No matter what, he was not soft-hearted and had no pity.
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