Her father scolded her, "You're unchaste and shameless! I'll immediately inform the clan elders to have you drowned in the pond, so everyone can see what will happen to you!"
Lan Yan knelt down, "Father, I am your daughter, please spare our lives."
Her father pulled her out of the car, saying, "From the moment you eloped, you were no longer my daughter."
Lan Yan's fingertips turned white. "You only care about your own interests and have never treated me like a daughter."
"If I don't elope, am I supposed to marry that warlord and become his thirteenth concubine, as you wish?"
She screamed hysterically with all her might.
This remark was overheard by the passing warlord.
"How dare someone look down on me?"
The father apologized in fear, "General, my daughter is ignorant, please don't take it to heart."
Lan Yan knelt on the ground with her head down, feeling a disgusting gaze sweep over her entire body.
"It's good that you've been pregnant before. I'm not picky; send the person to me."
Blue Smoke was stunned.
The father was also stunned. "General, I will immediately send someone to bring my daughter to your residence."
Lan Yan's hands and feet were bound, and no matter how she resisted, it was to no avail.
That night, she hanged herself while wearing a cheongsam, ending her life.
She was confined to the backyard for more than a decade, watching helplessly as her father took one concubine after another, and her mother died of depression.
Originally, her life would have been like this, but Chen Jun gave her a moment of warmth, like a beacon in the darkness illuminating the rest of her life.
Lan Yan doesn't regret her choice, but she regrets not being able to see her child one last time.
Her obsession ran too deep; her soul remained in that alley, longing to see Chen Jun and the child again.
This wait lasted eighty years.
Lan Yan looked at the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. "Chen Zhao, you look a lot like your grandfather. He also wore glasses, and he was also very smart and brave."
Chen Zhao's eyes welled up with tears as he finally remembered where he had seen Lan Yan before.
Grandpa always carried a black and white photograph with him. The man in the photo was him, and the woman was Lan Yan.
So many years have passed, and the photo is blurry, so Chen Zhao didn't recognize his grandmother at first glance.
Chen Zhao's voice trembled with tears, "Grandma, Grandpa has been looking for you all these years."
Lan Yan couldn't help but cry, "He still remembers me?"
"Yes," Chen Zhao said slowly, "Grandpa will always remember you."
Grandma stayed alive because of her unwavering belief, and so did Grandpa. He was lying in bed with his last breath, but he has lived on until now because of his conviction.
Nine out of ten love stories in the Republic of China era ended in tragedy, with the remaining one ending in double death.
This may be a chance for my grandparents to meet, given by God.
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