Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Ye Wuchen and Hua Zhentian drove to the Hua residence. If not for this, the onlookers would have crowded the entire street. Website
In the car, Hua Zhentian glanced at the wooden wheelchair that Ye Wuchen refused to leave. He could not help but ask, "Boy, how did you come back to life? Did you really kill Feng Zhaoyang with your sword? "
Back then, the rumor had spread all over the mainland. Countless people had seen it with their own eyes. Now that he thought about it, he still could not believe it. No matter what, Hua Zhentian could be considered as someone who understood Ye Wuchen. It was too hard to believe.
"It's good that you're back. As for how you came back, it's not important." Ye Wuchen answered casually. Then, he looked up with a melancholy expression. "I killed Feng Zhaoyang. He's really dead, but I came back to life. Since the heavens don't want me dead, I'll change the heavens as well. "
Change the heavens!?
That calm voice made Hua Zhentian's heart skip a beat.
Similar to Ye Wei, the feeling that Ye Wuchen gave him was very different from three years ago. Ye Wuchen's body was very weak now, but faintly, it released a temperament that made Hua Zhentian's heart shudder. Seeing that Ye Wuchen did not seem to want to explain anything to him, and that vague hint just now was his limit, Hua Zhentian refrained from asking anymore. Instead, he said fiercely, "No matter what you do, the most important thing is to keep your life. Do you know how many people you've harmed when you died that year? Do you still remember what I said back then? If it wasn't for the fact that you can't withstand the torment now, I really want to break all your bones! "
"I understand." Ye Wuchen smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, no one can take my life in the future."
His voice was still calm, but there was a huge self-confidence hidden in the calmness. Hua Zhentian was even more puzzled and frightened. What had happened to his body in these three years? Did he comprehend something from wandering between life and death?
Ye Wuchen did not let Ningxue and Oculum follow him. Instead, he asked them to accompany Ye Shuiyao. After getting off the carriage, Hua Zhentian pushed the wheelchair with one hand and entered the gate. Of course, his technique was not as gentle as Ningxue's Oculum. He shook Ye Wuchen on the wheelchair so much that he almost fell apart. As soon as they entered the Hua family home, everyone's gaze focused on Ye Wuchen with a 'whoosh'. Their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide. However, because Hua Zhentian was by his side, these servants did not dare to make a sound.
Hua Zhentian pushed Ye Wuchen all the way to Hua Shuirou's room door. He knocked on the door and shouted, "My good daughter." Then, he pushed the door open and pushed Ye Wuchen inside. He then hastily closed the door and walked away on tiptoe. He walked for a dozen meters before he exhaled a long sigh of relief. He looked up to the sky and muttered softly, "This is great … My child's mother, did you see that? God has sent our daughter's happiness back to us …"
Hua Shuirou was already nineteen years old this year. She was no longer the childish and shy young girl from back then. Her loose hair was tied up and coiled behind her head. Even her casual attire no longer resembled an unmarried young girl. Instead, she resembled a young married woman at home. However, the tenderness that was buried deep in her bones had not changed. Even her figure was still delicate and petite.
At this moment, she was embroidering a pattern that she liked on a thick coat that had already been made. Her hands were skilled and her eyes were focused. There was a hint of worry in her eyes, but there was also a hint of sadness and joy. Hearing the noise, she raised her head and immediately met Ye Wuchen's eyes that were filled with guilt and love. Her mind went blank, and the knitting bag fell from her hands and slid down her legs.
She was in a daze. Her mind became blank. In her vision, there was only Ye Wuchen's figure in front of her. Following that, even his figure became hazy. Her vision started to blur, and it became more and more blurry until the world in front of her no longer had any color.
In the face of such a huge impact, she fainted just like that.
When she woke up, she was nestled in someone's arms. Her nose was filled with the man's scent that she had been dreaming of. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. She then stretched out her hand and touched his face. She said softly, "Am I dreaming … Even if it's a dream, every time I can see my husband in my dream, it will always be the happiest moment of my life. I just hope that this dream will never wake up, that there will never be an end …"
Ye Wuchen placed his hand on her face. His heart was filled with pity and pain. He said softly, "Of course this is not a dream. I can't bear to part with my Little Rourou so I've sneaked back. It's just that I've returned too late. I've made you suffer too much. In a dream, there's no sound, no feeling, and no smell. You must be able to hear my words, touch my body, and smell my scent, am I right? "
In Hua Shuirou's room, a loud wail that sounded like an avalanche echoed. Her wail was so loud and sorrowful that it traveled far and wide. Half of the people in the Hua family's courtyard could hear it clearly. Their hearts were filled with pain and sorrow. It was unknown how much sorrow and tears this young lady who was usually extremely gentle had accumulated in order to release such a mournful and heart-wrenching wail. Hua Zhentian's heart was in pain and comfort at the same time. Even when she received the grievous news of Ye Wuchen's death, she did not cry so sorrowfully. He hammered his chest and glared at the people who were all stunned. He roared, "What are you all standing around for? Get to work! Xiao San, go and get the eighth brother here. Ask him to bring a hundred Sky Tremor Bombs from the warehouse. I'll see who dares to harm my son-in-law! "
After he finished roaring, he hurriedly walked towards the inner courtyard because he really could not bear to listen to his daughter's wail anymore.
"Alright, don't cry anymore. Do you want to break your husband's heart with your crying?" Ye Wuchen's hand caressed her face lightly. His hand was stained with water. He looked at his hand that seemed to have just been soaked in water. He smiled and said, "My Little Rourou loves to cry so much. It must be made of water."
Hua Shuirou kept crying. She had too much sorrow and heartache to release. She could not even talk to Ye Wuchen while she was crying. She hugged him in his arms for a long time. She cried for a long time. When she was tired from crying, too many tears were released. Only then did her wail gradually soften. However, child-like sobs still came out of her mouth from time to time. Her delicate shoulders also shook continuously.
Her eyes were red from crying. Her face was stained with tears. Even her clothes were stained with tears. Even her strength seemed to be released along with her tears. Her body was so limp that she only wanted to lean on his body and never get up again.
"The person who made you cry, is the biggest evil person in the world." Ye Wuchen endured the pain in his heart. He used his sleeve to slowly wipe away the tears on her face. Soon, the entire sleeve was wet.
"It's not …" She sobbed and defended him in a small voice, "He is the best person in the world."
"If he is a good person, how could he make you cry?"
"Because he is back. I am so happy, so blessed …" She pressed her body against him. Although there was no sound of crying, tears still fell from the corners of her eyes, "Great, it's really great. It's like a dream. I thought, in this life, I would never see you again."
"How could that be? I haven't married my Little Rourou yet. How could I be willing to die?" Ye Wuchen said softly. He was extremely glad that he miraculously survived that situation where he should have died. Otherwise, this infatuated girl's life would have been ruined by him. She would have been alone for the rest of her life.
That would have been a great sin.
"Husband …"
"En!"
"Husband …"
"En, I'm here."
"Husband. Husband … "
"En, I will never abandon you again. I will make you the happiest wife in the world …"
"En … Husband, I really want to call you that every day."
"It's been three years. My Little Rourou has grown up. But she still loves to cry like a child."
"I … Only husband will make me cry." Hua Shuirou twisted her body and said softly.
"That's why I say, your husband is the biggest evil person in the world."
"Of course not …"
Ye Wuchen chuckled. His eyes fell on her pillow. Next to her pillow was a doll that was half the height of a person. From his angle, he could clearly see the five beautiful words embroidered on the doll: "Deceased Husband Ye Wuchen".
Ye Wuchen felt a wave of sourness in his heart once again. Perhaps, this little person had become some consolation for her when she was sad.
Hua Shuirou happened to raise her head. She subconsciously followed his gaze and immediately saw the doll she had embroidered all those years ago, the doll she would hug to sleep every day. Her face reddened slightly, and then she thought of something. She became rather flustered again. She hurriedly stood up and hid the large doll under the blanket. With a reddened face, she said nervously, "I- I really am so stupid. My husband is clearly fine, but I … I …"
She couldn't help but panic. The two words "deceased husband" now seemed to be a kind of disrespect to her husband.
After she finished speaking, she hurriedly ran to the opposite side of the pillow. She picked up a wooden tablet from the table and put it in the drawer. Although her movements were very fast, Ye Wuchen still saw the words "Deceased Husband Ye Wuchen" written on it.
She had actually placed her own memorial tablet in her bedroom.
Her subconscious actions always touched his heart again and again. In order to refuse the arranged marriage, she did not hesitate to let her father swear to the Emperor on her behalf that she would forever be a member of the Yeh family and would never marry anyone else. This was not an impulsive act of an immature girl, but a stubbornness born of her deep love.
"Little Rourou, don't throw them away, okay?"
"But, they … I …"
"You can't throw them away," Ye Wuchen gently shook his head, "Because they are all proof that my Little Rourou loves me and misses me. I can't bear to. Stay, okay? I want to see them often, so I can always remember Little Rourou's love for me. "
Hua Shuirou was stunned for a while. Then, she nodded vigorously and smiled happily. The smiling face full of tears was as beautiful as a pear flower after the rain.
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