"It's you! What's going on?"
In the front yard of Xuanbao Pavilion, in the garden pavilion, Han Yichen, sitting at a stone table, leisurely glanced at Long Yitian, who came uninvited and sat silently opposite him.
It was around 9:00 PM, and the sun was shining brightly. Although it was already late autumn, the climate in Xuanyi Valley was still as warm as spring, comfortable and cozy. Flowers were still blooming, butterflies were fluttering, and the scene was full of vitality.
A pleasant breeze blew gently, lifting Long Yitian's sleeves. The elegant man in white was revealed, his skin as white as cream, whiter than snow, and possessing a strikingly beautiful face. His brows slanted down beneath his full forehead, giving him an imposing bearing. His gentle glances made him look like a banished immortal, looking down upon the common people, unconcerned with the mundane world. He was aloof, aloof, and extraordinarily handsome.
Han Yichen couldn't help but secretly despise himself. He had never imagined that one day he would be so captivated by a man's beauty. This was probably the first time, besides Mu Lige and Feng Lingyan, that Han Yichen had sincerely admitted that there were people more beautiful than him.
"Young Master Han, do you...hate your father?"
Long Yitian sat opposite Han Yichen for a full quarter of an hour. When Han Yichen was slightly stunned and thought that Long Yitian was just taking a break, he suddenly spoke.
"What? Even you want to sympathize with me? I don't even know the last name of that father I've never met, whether he's tall or short, fat or thin, so how can I talk about love and hate?"
Han Yichen looked at Long Yitian and sneered, then turned his head stubbornly to the side, swallowing all the tears in his eyes, his face full of arrogance. Young Master Han used his most cynical attitude, but said the most heartbreaking words.
Upon hearing this, Long Yitian unconsciously clenched his hands on his knees, but then loosened them, quickly suppressing the sadness that had unconsciously risen in his heart.
"Yitian has lived with his master in the ancient tomb since he was a child. He doesn't even know who his mother and father are. How can he sympathize with Young Valley Master Han?"
Long Yitian's gentle words were like a refreshing spring, diluting some of Han Yichen's irritability and nourishing his heart, which was as dry as cracked earth. Han Yichen, who was reluctant to pay attention to Long Yitian, turned his head as if possessed by a ghost and looked directly at Long Yitian.
"You... were you also abandoned by your own parents?" Han Yichen suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of sympathy for the person in front of him.
"Yitian only knows that he was picked up by his master, and he knows nothing else."
Long Yitian's calm and indifferent words seemed not to be describing his own miserable life, but rather stating trivial matters such as "the weather is nice today".
"Then... do you miss or hate your mother and father?" Han Yichen asked Long Yitian in return.
"What does it matter if I want to? What does it matter if I don't want to? Life still has to go on. Hating or not hating can't change the status quo. It just adds to my troubles."
Long Yitian answered Han Yichen's question naturally, but he didn't realize until he finished speaking that he had been led astray by Han Yichen without realizing it. After all, Long Yitian's original intention in talking to Han Yichen was to find out what Han Yichen thought of his biological father whom he had never met.
"Young Master Han, what about your mother? Is she...good to you?"
Long Yitian didn't know how to start for a moment, and finally had to mention the woman he had always tried hard to forget, but who was like a nightmare lingering in his heart and causing him great pain.
"mother?"
"hehe……"
Han Yichen smiled bitterly and spoke sarcastically.
"Hero Long, are you referring to the woman who abandoned me in Xuanyi Valley right after I was born and has ignored me for seventeen years?"
"Don't care? Doesn't Valley Master Han treat you well?"
Long Yitian's handsome brows knitted slightly. After all, in his opinion, Han Yichen seemed to be of high status and quite respected in Xuanyi Valley. He had never imagined that the person who brought him honor was also the one who hurt him the most.
"good!"
"How can it be bad?"
Han Yichen sneered slightly. But his narrow, charming, almond-shaped eyes were now filled with sarcasm and coldness.
"She is so happy that not a single day goes by that she doesn't regret giving birth to me! She is so happy that she always wants to kill me, this annoying stumbling block, so that she can live with her beloved man!" Han Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and unknowingly two lines of tears slid down his eyes.
"Does Valley Master Han... love Noble Lord Ouyang so much? To the point of loving him so much that she even ignores her own son?" Seeing Han Yichen's extremely painful look, the usually cold-hearted Long Yitian suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
Back then, when that woman was raping him, she called out the name "Young Master Ouyang". It seems that the man was indeed Han Shuying, the master of Xuanyi Valley.
However, what Long Yitian couldn't understand was that, since Han Shuying already loved someone, why would she be so devoted to him... and even give birth to the child after she unexpectedly became pregnant? After all, giving birth without raising it, or raising it without teaching it, would be worse than not having it at all.
"hehe……"
"You also find it difficult to understand, right?" Han Yichen glanced at Long Yitian leisurely.
"I was born without a father. That woman didn't want me either, so she just abandoned me in Xuanyi Valley. My second master, Xuanming, single-handedly raised me. To me, he is not only my master, but more like my father."
"As for your biological father, do you want to know who he is?" Long Yitian, who had been thinking about it for a long time, finally asked the doubts in his heart.
"Of course. Although that woman only returns to Xuanyi Valley occasionally, every time I see her, I ask her who my father is, but every time I get beaten up by her." Han Yichen smiled bitterly.
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