Chapter 273 Treated coldly by Wan Ziyan
The winter rain drizzled on and on, as if even the heavens were weeping.
Two people sat slumped on the muddy ground at the entrance of Hefeng Town, letting the wind and rain batter them.
The icy rain, like icicles, pelted Wan Qiqi's face, numbing her entire face.
The wind blew, and the cold was biting.
The rain flowed, carrying the warmth of my body.
Wan Qiqi could clearly feel her body temperature dropping, as if she had been thrown into an ice cave.
The icy water seeped into her bones, ruthlessly robbing her of her senses and leaving her numb in the rain.
She even felt a force invading her internal organs, making every breath heavy.
Wan Qiqi suddenly realized that she couldn't go on like this, or she would die!
Accepting the imperial decree meant not wanting to die.
She couldn't let Wan Ziyan freeze to death in the rain.
But she didn't know how to face Wan Ziyan.
Everyone has a different perspective and different thoughts.
For many people, accepting the imperial decree was the right thing to do.
But for Wan Ziyan, this statement not only negated the life of Wan Yuanwai, but also the life of the previous twenty-odd years.
Wan Qiqi couldn't make Wan Ziyan let go of the matter, nor did she need him to understand what she was thinking when she accepted the imperial decree.
She bit her lower lip, braced herself on her knees with her hands, and sat up straight.
Then, she braced herself against the ground and tried to stand up.
My open eyes were wet with rain, and they hurt a little; my vision was also a little blurry.
She staggered a few steps and stood up from the rain.
The soaked clothes became heavy, making every movement difficult.
Wan Qiqi slowly picked up the umbrella from the ground, only using it to cover half of her body.
She walked heavily to Wan Ziyan's back and held the umbrella over his head to protect him from the rain.
At this moment, Wan Ziyan finally turned around slowly.
His once clear and cold eyes were now clouded with a layer of blood mist, swollen and covered with red veins.
My beard, which I just shaved clean this morning, has somehow started to grow back.
He just stared at Wan Qiqi, his eyes revealing no emotion.
However, Wan Qiqi felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart with a knife.
It seems that only if Wan Ziyan shows hatred towards him would it be right, instead of being as cold and indifferent as he is now, as if the two are complete strangers.
She didn't want to see Wan Ziyan looking at her like that!
"Let's go! Let's go back..."
The hoarse voice made Wan Qiqi unable to recognize who was speaking at first.
Only after Wan Ziyan stood up did she belatedly realize that it was Wan Ziyan who was speaking.
Shall we go back?
He just brushed it off so lightly?
Shouldn't he say something to express how he feels right now?
Wan Ziyan stood up, his hair bun colliding directly with the umbrella, forcing Wan Qiqi to raise her hand even higher.
Wan Ziyan bent down to take out an umbrella and said coldly, "Hold the umbrella yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his feet toward the city.
Wan Qiqi stood there stunned for a moment, then took a few steps, tripped, and fell to the ground.
The mud and water were instantly splashed everywhere, turning Wan Qiqi into a little kitten.
Wan Ziyan paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and met Wan Qiqi's eyes on the ground.
Both of them fell silent.
Wan Ziyan subconsciously raised his hand, but then quietly lowered it again.
Not only does Wan Qiqi not know how to face Wan Ziyan, but Wan Ziyan also doesn't know how to treat Wan Qiqi.
This is his younger sister, his only relative besides Wanrong!
But she also accepted that offer and even handed her father over to the government officials!
He didn't know if he should hate, but he felt very sad.
It seemed like everyone around him knew about it, but no one told him.
Even though he had figured everything out from the beginning, he still wished someone could tell him, instead of what he was doing today.
Even if someone tells you everything, you will still go to the funeral.
Once he makes a decision, it's very difficult to change it.
He was certain that Wan Qiqi was his biological sister because Wan Qiqi was just as stubborn as he was.
Wan Qiqi, who hadn't cried before, suddenly burst into tears in the rain.
She felt a sharp pain from the fall, so much so that she couldn't stand up.
She choked out, "Brother...it hurts so much..."
Wan Ziyan's gaze paused.
After Wan Qiqi cried for a while, she finally stepped forward and helped the person up.
The rain keeps falling.
The water in every household's kitchen had already begun to boil.
Ah Lai poked his head out and kept looking outside, as if he was waiting for someone.
Only when a man and a woman appeared in the heavy rain did he lead his men out of the house, holding umbrellas.
"Young master, young lady, you're finally back! Come in quickly, hot water has been prepared, go and take a hot bath!"
Alai held an umbrella for Wan Qiqi, turning his head slightly away from her.
The same applies to the other person.
When Wan Qiqi entered the Wan residence, all the servants who were working lowered their heads, and not one of them looked up at her.
Only one maidservant, who appeared out of nowhere, came over, looked Wan Qiqi up and down, and hurriedly said, "Miss Wan, hot water has been prepared in your room. Please go and wash up..."
Wan Qiqi looked at Wan Ziyan with slight worry, but when she saw that he had someone serving him, she felt relieved and left with the maid.
Pushing open the door, a wave of warm air hit him, making him feel a little dizzy.
When she focused her attention, she could see that a bathtub had already been placed in the room.
The water inside was steaming, and a few flower petals were sprinkled on top.
Before Wan Qiqi could speak, the maidservant had already started to help, saying, "Miss Wan, this servant will assist you with your washing up."
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