Her departure seemed to take his heart with her.
No matter how he fought on the battlefield or schemed in the court over the years, the hidden void in his heart could never be filled by anyone.
He once thought that he could forget it and put that past event in the corner of his memory.
However, every time I heard words similar to hers, the wound would be torn open again, and the pain would come like a tide...
As autumn deepens in the south of the Yangtze River, a chill creeps in quietly.
Fang Qingyue's yard was still quiet, but her mood could no longer blend with the tranquility before her.
The osmanthus flowers in the courtyard fell quietly, dotted on the bluestone slabs, with a bit of sad and desolate beauty.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the house. Fang Qingyue sat in front of the bronze mirror, her eyes fixed on her slightly bulging belly, her expression gradually becoming solemn.
She gently stroked her belly, feeling the slight movements of the fetus in her belly, but her heart was filled with endless anxiety.
As time went by, her belly grew bigger and bigger. If she didn't make plans, it would sooner or later attract other people's attention.
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyue felt a chill in her heart.
Jiangnan is no longer a place where she can continue to live.
If Shen Yuhan noticed something was wrong and turned back to look for her, she would have nowhere to escape.
She knew she had to leave as soon as possible.
Fang Qingyue sighed softly, turned around, opened the bag beside the bed, and began to pack the items in the room into the bag one by one.
Her movements were slow, and her heart grew heavier with each item she packed.
Outside the house, Fang Chiyue sat quietly by the door. Although she couldn't see, her keen hearing had already detected something unusual inside the house.
She listened to every subtle movement of Fang Qingyue. She couldn't help but ask softly, "Sister, what are you doing? Why are you packing?"
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