After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

It was already three in the morning when we returned from the ancestral hall.

The moonlight dispelled the haze, becoming clear and bright, illuminating the stone path on the ground and casting long, moving shadows.

Lu Xiyan's knees were almost numb from kneeling, and he was still limping when he walked to the car.

Upon seeing this, the driver quickly opened the car door and was about to help him up when he raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Lu," the driver said, "your phone rang several times in the car. The chairman ordered that no one was allowed to enter the ancestral hall, so I didn't dare to take it in for you."

Lu Xiyan's handsome face was covered with a cold expression. He hummed in agreement and sat back in the car.

He picked up his phone and turned it on, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly.

Anning sent him a few text messages, saying she missed him, and also made two phone calls, but he didn't answer.

I was about to call her when I noticed it was already past midnight, so I stopped myself from dialing.

She's a light sleeper; if a phone call wakes her up, she won't be able to fall back asleep.

Besides, there was a little one sleeping next to her.

After a moment's thought, he tapped his phone and sent a text message.

"Go back to Duke Yuhe's mansion."

He turned off his phone, leaned back slightly, and looked at the moon in the sky through the car window.

The corners of her lips curved slightly.

Marshmallow?

Who wants to eat cotton candy?

......

In the still of the night, the woman sat on the edge of the bed, her long black hair hanging down, obscuring half of her face.

There was an open bottle of antidepressants next to me; it was hard to tell whether the person had taken it or not.

Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window, illuminating her delicate features, making her appear beautiful yet fragile.

The phone on the counter lit up, displaying a text message.

She slowly turned her head and glanced at it.

Sorry I only just checked my phone now because I've been busy. Call me when you wake up tomorrow, I promise I'll answer. Also, the moon is beautiful tonight, and it will be beautiful tomorrow night, and every day after that. Goodnight, Ningning.

She gently closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

A few hours ago.

The moment the public phone was connected, a middle-aged woman's voice came through the landline.

"Who is it? What kind of sales pitch are you up to in the middle of the night?!"

The woman's irritable voice startled An Ning.

His tone was arrogant and his voice was loud and arrogant.

very familiar.

Where have I heard that before?

And I've heard it more than once.

The words that were on the tip of my tongue suddenly became impossible to say.

"What are you doing? Calling in the middle of the night, are you crazy?!" The cursing continued on the other end of the phone, and after a few more curses, the call ended.

An Ning stood there, her face pale and her body trembling uncontrollably.

She remembered.

She recognized that voice.

And the other person had spoken to her in that voice before.

Her legs went weak, and she staggered a few steps before leaning against the beverage cabinet behind her. It was as if a bolt from the blue; her mind was buzzing.

The convenience store staff noticed that she looked unwell and asked her if she needed help.

She waved her hand, paid the money, and staggered out.

A person wandered on the road for a very long time.

I've almost run out of tears, and I feel like a withered tree in winter, completely lifeless.

She never imagined that when she dialed this old number, the person who answered would be—

Cao Han!

Cao Han, the nanny for the Cheng family!

She kept telling herself that her biological mother couldn't be Cao Han, there must be a mistake! There must have been no one using this number back then, and Cao Han used it by accident.

But on the other hand, I can't help but wonder, what if it really is Cao Han?

She didn't know how she got home. She had wandered outside like a lost soul for a long time before numbly returning home.

She doesn't even have the strength to raise her hand to reply to messages.

A series of heart-wrenching pains surged through her chest, pulling her heart downwards and making it hard for her to breathe.

She clutched her clothes tightly to her chest, and slowly collapsed to the ground in pain, biting her fingers and crying silently.

......

Royal River Mansion.

In the bedroom, the man under the thin blanket had his legs bent and his back hunched. The veins on his exposed right arm were bulging, and his palm was tightly gripping his left wrist.

A series of excruciating pains shot through the nerves of my left wrist, causing my fingers to tremble involuntarily.

The man's handsome face was slightly pale, and sweat trickled down his deep brow bone and nose. He gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

It hurts, my heart races, and my chest feels so tight I can't breathe.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Lu Xiyan struggled to get out of bed and laboriously opened the bedside drawer, but couldn't find any painkillers. He then realized that he hadn't taken any painkillers for two or three years.

The pain in my left wrist hasn't recurred for almost three years.

He tilted his head back slightly, leaned against the headboard, and dialed the phone.

"Uncle Quan," he said hoarsely, drenched in sweat, "painkillers."

A short while later, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Li Quan rushed over with a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water, and was shocked when he saw the man's appearance.

"Young Master, why are you in so much pain?" Li Quan quickly gave him his medicine and asked, "Haven't you had a relapse for several years?"

He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "The roads around Dianchi Lake are all mountainous and difficult to navigate. You drove yourself? Have you forgotten the doctor's instructions? Your hand shouldn't be used for driving!"

Lu Xiyan swallowed the medicine, his left hand, which was resting on the blanket, was still trembling unconsciously. He tried to clench his fist, but the damaged nerves controlled his muscles, preventing him from exerting any force.

Sweat streamed down his face. He raised a hand to rub his chest, which felt tight, and asked Li Quan, "Is my mom alright?"

"Madam is fine," Li Quan said. "The doctor said her vital signs have been quite stable recently."

Lu Xiyan didn't know why he felt so choked up. His pain subsided a little, and he took out his phone and swiped it. It was only four in the morning. An Ning hadn't replied to his message; she must be asleep.

Seeing that he looked unwell, Li Quan said, "Young Master, shall we call a doctor to take a look?"

Lu Xiyan shook his head gently, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "Don't tell Grandpa about this."

Li Quan's gaze fell on his still trembling left hand, and he nodded.

"By the way, Uncle Quan, could you do me a favor?" Lu Xiyan smiled slightly as he gave him a few instructions.

"Pangu Mansion?" Li Quan asked疑惑地, "Didn't you already sell your private residence? Why are you buying another one?"

"Hmm, it's fine to buy either the two-story unit from before."

"What's this for?" Li Quan didn't understand. The average price of houses over there is now 600 million, but the young master's house was sold for 5 million. Why do they need to buy another one?

"The wedding room." Lu Xiyan smiled gently, his complexion still a little pale, but the light in his eyes was still visible.

Upon hearing this, Li Quan understood and asked with a smile, "With—"

"peaceful."

Upon hearing this, Li Quan smiled kindly, "Still Miss An?"

"It's always been her," Lu Xiyan said, his eyes sparkling. "And only her."

He has never been a sentimental person; he can only give his heart and soul to one person.

It was given to Anning six years ago, and it can't be taken back.

He thought that even if An Ning didn't return to Jinghai and disappeared without a trace, he couldn't take back the heart he had given away, no matter where she took it.

But now that she's back, back by his side, he won't let her leave again.

She values ​​her family, so they bought their wedding home in the same area so they could visit each other more easily.

She'll probably like it.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Xiyan felt that his wrist didn't hurt as much anymore.