Chapter 335 Our
Fallen girls...
He had a child...
And then he abandoned them with his own hands...the mother and daughter?!
Such a beastly act...was it him?!
Di Yin's cold expression stiffened for a moment, and his pupils dilated slightly.
For the first time, a look of despair and helplessness appeared on that usually indifferent and aloof face.
Just like the one she knew, another version of him from another world.
"I...I...left you and our...child..."
Is this...him?
Is this...something a human being could do?
Seeing Di Yin's rapidly reddening eyes and broken, self-reproachful gaze, Jiang Xianwan felt no guilt whatsoever. Instead, a mischievous, wicked smile rose within him.
His eyes were deep, and there was a hint of admiration for Buddha.
So, a few years of seclusion can cleanse one of impurities? He stubbornly suppressed his confusion... just waiting for her?
Is this reasonable?
Di Yin started making his own plans... and he really got to work.
He once told Yun Weize that he had been lustful at first sight, which she thought was an exaggeration.
Unexpectedly, Di Yin was ridiculously honest.
He really was attracted to her at first sight...
Seeing that she didn't answer, and only showed him a slightly aggrieved smile, Di Yin panicked and didn't know what to do.
"Wanwan...no..."
"I, I'm with you... son, son..."
He stammered, looking so anxious he was about to cry.
But amidst that panic, a surge of bitterness almost overwhelmed him.
She staggered forward, losing her composure, her long eyelashes silently moistening, tears glistening faintly.
His voice was choked with uncontrollable sobs.
"Do we... really have a son?"
He believes.
He couldn't believe that he would be willing to abandon her and the child.
Jiang Xianwan tugged at the corners of her lips, wanting to laugh but unable to.
She simply looked back at him quietly and asked in a soft voice.
"Don't you think I'm joking?"
Before he could answer, she continued, "Do you know how fierce you are in bed? You love to kiss me from behind, down the back of my neck... Waaah..."
Before Jiang Xianwan could finish speaking, a cold hand covered her mouth.
Di Yin's ears flushed crimson, and his eyes became even more moist.
But when his fingertips touched those incredibly soft lips, he was suddenly startled to realize that his intimate gesture, which was almost reckless yet strangely familiar, made him abruptly withdraw his hand as if burned.
The lingering warmth was etched onto my fingertips like a brand, never to be erased.
He unconsciously bit his lip, his eyelashes fluttering, like a butterfly struggling to survive in a spider web.
Incoherent.
“I…we…”
"Our son..."
“Jiang Xingxing,” Jiang Xianwan suddenly interrupted him.
The moment she uttered the name, her entire aura suddenly softened, and a subtle glimmer appeared in her eyes.
It was completely unlike the cunning, mischievous smile he had given just moments before.
Emperor Yin was stunned.
Looking at her soft, slightly reddened eyes, I couldn't help but repeat it softly.
“Jiang Xingxing… Xingxing…”
"Our...son..."
"Okay, okay..."
The name lingered on his lips, and an indescribable tremor suddenly surged into the depths of his soul, stirring up a violent shiver.
He believes it.
How could he not believe it?
Can……
But the next moment, a sense of impending doom gripped his heart.
He turned around abruptly, his snow-white robes scattering like flowing clouds across the cold ground, refusing to let her see even a trace of his expression.
The voice was tried to be as steady as possible, but some fragments that were difficult to piece together still leaked out.
Go against your own heart.
"I don't believe it at all."
"I don't know you."
"You, go."
He didn't know why she... had come to this desolate world.
She is not a person of this world.
She shouldn't stay here either.
In her world, the 'him' who looked exactly like him was her true home.
He must be filled with anxiety and burning with longing for her return.
Since she was willing to adorn "him" with bell-shaped flowers, she would surely forgive "him" for his mistakes.
There is 'him' there, and there are rows and rows...
Phoenix, with clouds forming a marsh.
Perhaps there are many, many more people.
Only something so perfect is worthy of her.
Instead of being like him.
Just like Feng Yiyun and Weize, they readily agreed to Lin Qingran's request.
The wedding.
How absurd!
How ridiculous!
With his reputation ruined and his dignity shattered, how could he possibly stand before her?
Perhaps from the very beginning, he was only meant to sink into silence and vanish into the dust.
The figure in the moonlight had his back to her, and her heart was torn in two.
Half of it was filled with bitterness, and the other half was surging with jealousy.
He even... envied his earthly self...
What pained him even more was that 'he' had done many wrong things, broken her heart, and left her with Xingxing...
Di Yin strained his back and stood frozen in place, waiting for a long time, but there was no sound behind him.
Has she left?
Finally, she couldn't help but cautiously glance back.
The faint hope that had just ignited in their eyes was once again shattered in the tug-of-war of reality.
He pushed aside the dragon carp that had squeezed into the middle, his lips trembled slightly, and a tear finally fell silently, shattering in the silence.
Why...why don't you leave?
He suddenly lost control of his emotions and abruptly raised his voice.
"Go away!"
He wanted to hear her say so much.
Talking about them, talking about various industries, talking about many things...
Reason told him that if he listened any longer, he would be reluctant... reluctant to let her go.
But just as their gaze fell downwards, the sound abruptly stopped, and the entire world collapsed before their eyes.
The girl's fair fingertips held a small, soft garment, which seemed to be a nightgown, with three words crookedly embroidered on the fabric.
Every stitch and every thread is imbued with clumsy yet overwhelming love.
In a daze, he saw her under the lamp with her head bowed, her eyes gentle, and a smile on her lips, patiently embroidering these words, perhaps even accidentally pricking her finger with the needle.
Di Yin's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were completely blurred with tears, turning into a wet, red mist.
His breathing trembled slightly, and he could barely make a sound.
Only her name escaped her lips in broken whispers, one after another, uncontrollably.
"Wanwan..."
"Wanwan..."
Jiang Xianwan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her fingertips and softly handed him the soft garment.
She was smiling, but her voice was choked with emotion.
“Our Xingxing… is now over three years old.”
"He's so cute, so cute. You'll definitely like him if you meet him."
She used two very cute ones.
It makes one believe that Jiang Xingxing is really cute, and anyone who sees her will melt their heart.
Di Yin's hands trembled slightly as he took the soft nightgown and carefully held it up to his eyes.
A very faint, childlike milky scent gently wafted into my nostrils.
The long-suppressed throbbing could no longer be contained; it burst forth from my chest, turning into a scalding, bittersweet sensation that surged upwards.
He abruptly lifted his long, wet eyelashes and hurriedly took two steps forward in alarm.
And the girl who appeared out of nowhere, just as he wished, vanished without a trace, like a dream.
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