Wan Ge answered again: "Sang Yan is most afraid of thunder. It's a psychological trauma he's had since childhood. I've always been there for him."
“But you’re with me now. Wan Ge, we’re husband and wife. Sang Yan will grow up eventually, and he should face these things too.” Xing Chen began to comfort the person beside her again.
“I…” Wan Ge was still hesitant.
Xingchen seemed to sense that she was wavering, so he added fuel to the fire: "He should also learn to be independent, otherwise, after we get married, will you still have to comfort him every rainy night?"
“Of course not…” Wan Ge thought for a moment and still felt that what he said made more sense. Sang Yan really should work on her courage.
…
Another bolt of lightning struck, and Sang Yan, who was originally in her palace, was now hiding in a dark corner.
It seemed like he was holding something in his hand, but he couldn't see what it was.
After the thunderous sound subsided, Sang Yan's gaze returned to the jade pendant, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with fear and dread.
Master really doesn't want him anymore. Master left him here alone, and even though he knew he was afraid of thunder, Master didn't come back.
Sang Yan curled up in the corner, looking pitiful and heartbreaking, but unfortunately no one saw it.
Another bolt of lightning struck, and Sang Yan immediately closed her eyes tightly, trying to shrink herself even smaller. Her body trembled violently, just like a frightened child.
Just as Sang Yan was about to faint, the door to her bedchamber opened: "Ayan, where are you?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sang Yan slightly raised her head, her eyes searching anxiously, as if worried that it was just an illusion.
He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Master... I... I'm here."
Looking at Sang Yan, who had completely huddled in the corner, Wan Ge felt a pang of heartache and reached out to pat his head: "Don't be afraid, Master is back."
Sang Yan immediately threw herself into Wan Ge's arms, tears streaming down her face: "Master, you're back. I thought you never wanted A Yan again."
"How could that be?" Wange gently patted the other's back, softly comforting her: "Ayan is also Master's precious child. How could Master let you stay here alone and be scared?"
"Master, please don't leave me!" Sang Yan thought of the scene she had witnessed and the words she had heard. Xing Chen and the others were getting married!
Wan Ge sighed softly, then said, "Ayan, you need to get used to it slowly. Otherwise, what will you do when I'm not here? Or what will you do when I go into seclusion again?"
Sang Yan didn't speak, but tears continued to fall from the corners of her eyes.
Wange patted his head: "You will meet someone you love in the future, so don't leave yourself with regrets or embarrassing history when you are still young."
“I will not meet another lover, nor will I have another person, because I…” Sang Yan looked at Wan Ge earnestly, and just as she was about to say the last sentence, a silencing spell was cast on her.
"Sang Yan, be careful what you say." Wan Ge released him, silently creating more distance between them, before finally saying, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here and watch over you. You don't need to be afraid."
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