Lin Wanjun felt guilty about what she had said before.
She condemned Chu Qiao for not standing in Wu Biyun's shoes and considering her for being a woman, and for stealing Wu Biyun's beloved man.
But now it seems that Chu Qiao made this trip today precisely because she is also a woman and because she considered things from Wu Biyun's perspective.
Chu Qiao played the bad guy. She didn't mind that Wu Biyun hated her for the rest of her life, and she didn't care at all.
Perhaps Chu Qiao was like Song Zhanjin, who was prepared to die on the battlefield the moment he put on his military uniform.
For a person who may die at any time, what does he care about love and hate?
Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun and said, "Lin Zhe and Chu Qiao, they have both painstakingly sacrificed a lot for Wu Biyun to live a good life in the second half of her life. Therefore, the truth must never be revealed."
"Many times, deception is also a form of kindness."
At least for people like Wu Biyun, such white-intentioned deception is a good thing.
"I understand. I know what to do."
Lin Wanjun was filled with sorrow.
Back in the dormitory, Wu Biyun had gradually calmed down and was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping her face with a wet towel.
"Is she gone?"
Seeing Lin Wanjun coming back, Wu Biyun raised his head and asked.
"Gone, left a long time ago."
Lin Wanjun snorted and said, "I scolded her severely and told her not to be complacent. Things change over time. In a few years, Wu Biyun will definitely be happier than her."
"She shrugged it off, saying she accepted the challenge and would always keep an eye on you. The more miserable you were, the happier she would be."
When Wu Biyun heard this, she no longer cared about being sad.
She threw the towel and gritted her teeth, saying, "I won't let these two bastards laugh at me. Just wait and see. I will live like a human being and make Lin Zhe, that unfaithful man, regret his actions."
"Right, right, right. When he comes crying and begging for reconciliation, you can kick him away and let him go wherever he wants!"
Lin Wanjun had a smile on her face, but her heart was in great pain.
Lin Zhe will never come back. He is buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery, one of the countless graves, and Haierer and Wu Biyun will never meet him.
That's fine.
Wu Biyun stayed with Lin Wanjun that night.
She felt half sad and half angry, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes as she fell into a deep sleep.
"Biyun! Biyun!"
Someone was calling her name, so familiar, so gentle, that Wu Biyun's eyes instantly filled with tears.
Looking up, she saw Lin Zhe standing beside her bed in military uniform, smiling as handsomely and cheerfully as when they first met.
"What are you doing here? Get out of here!"
Wu Biyun remembered that Lin Zhe was already someone else's husband. She was so angry that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lin Zhe.
Just like when she lost her temper before, no matter how she made a fuss, Lin Zhe always had a smile on his face.
"Biyun, please don't be angry, it's been a long time since we last met. I really miss you."
Lin Zhe begged for mercy, and his pitiful look made Wu Biyun feel soft-hearted.
"Why do you miss me? You've already married someone else, and you still have the nerve to miss me?"
Wu Biyun shook off Lin Zhe's outstretched hand and tears fell again.
"I'm not married to another woman. I only love you. How could I be another woman's husband?"
Lin Zhe sighed and reached out to hold Wu Biyun's hand.
His hands were so cold, as cold as a body without temperature, cold and stiff.
"Why are your hands so cold? Are you sick? Isn't your wife taking good care of you?"
Although she knew she shouldn't do that, Wu Biyun couldn't control herself. She held Lin Zhe's hand and choked with sobs out of heartache.
"Silly boy, you are my only wife."
Lin Zhe's eyes were full of heartache. He stared at Wu Biyun's tearful eyes, and his eyes unconsciously turned red.
"Then divorce her and marry me, and I will forgive you."
Wu Biyun no longer cares about etiquette and morals. Even if the whole world calls her a shameless woman, she still wants to be with Lin Zhe.
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside.
"Hey, Lin Zhe, it's time for us to set off."
Lin Zhe apologized, "I'm sorry, Biyun, my comrades are calling me, we have to leave."
"where are you going?"
Wu Biyun asked anxiously, reaching out to grab Lin Zhe's hand.
But she missed.
Lin Zhe did not answer her question. He turned around with reluctance and sadness, and soon left Wu Biyun's sight.
"Lin Zhe, you haven't answered my question yet! Are you willing to divorce her? Are you willing to marry me?"
Wu Biyun choked up, got out of bed barefoot and chased after him.
When I opened the tent curtain, I saw a foggy scene in front of me.
In the light and shadow, there were many figures walking side by side into the distance.
Those figures seemed to be incomplete, some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and some were even missing heads...
But strangely enough, Wu Biyun wasn't afraid at all.
She stared at the figure without legs floating in the air, choking with sobs and feeling heartbroken.
"Lin Zhe!"
The figure stopped and turned to look at her. It was Lin Zhe's tearful face.
"Lin Zhe!"
Wu Biyun screamed and suddenly woke up.
There was no fog, no figures with missing limbs, only Lin Wanjun's concerned eyes.
"Wu Biyun, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
Wu Biyun covered her wildly beating heart, and the dream kept appearing in her mind.
"I...I saw Lin Zhe."
She pushed Lin Wanjun away, got out of bed barefoot and ran out, lifting the door curtain. The sky in the east was turning pale, and the morning star was as bright as Lin Zhe's eyes.
Nothing.
"It was a dream, yes, it must have been a dream."
Wu Biyun touched her tear-stained face and laughed at herself.
"I'm really crazy. I actually dreamed that Lin Zhe came to me and said that I was the only woman he would love forever."
"He must be happily lying in bed with Chu Qiao right now, how could he even think of me?"
Wiping the tears from her face, Wu Biyun snorted.
"Guess what I dreamed about? I dreamed that this unfaithful man had a broken leg and was floating around like a ghost."
"Serves him right! He really deserves it!"
Watching Wu Biyun talking to herself, crying and laughing, Lin Wanjun remained silent.
Only she knew that it was not a dream, that Lin Zhe had really been there.
After all, he still couldn't let go of his beloved girl, so he met her in his dreams, wanting to comfort her wounded soul.
"Yes, he deserves it."
Lin Wanjun said with a smile, her eyes slightly moist.
"So, Wu Biyun, you must live a very good life."
Only if you live a good life can you be worthy of Lin Zhe's good intentions, and only then can he rest in peace.
Wu Biyun nodded heavily, but her eyes looked outside involuntarily.
It was clearly a dream, so why did her heart ache so much, as if she had lost the most important thing in the world?
Her heart is empty...
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