The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 142 Nangong Yi's Late Night Memories

As night fell, the lights in the imperial city gradually went out, and the Nangong family's mansion fell into silence. Nangong Yi sat alone in the study, the pen in his hand resting weakly on the table, his thoughts drifting far away, drifting to the time he spent with Lin Ruoxue.

Nangong Yi seemed to see that spring afternoon again, when he and Lin Ruoxue were chasing butterflies in the garden. Her laughter was clear and melodious, echoing in the air like a silver bell. At that time, they were carefree, with only each other in their hearts.

"Ruoxue, look how beautiful that butterfly is!" Nangong Yi pointed excitedly at a colorful butterfly and said to Lin Ruoxue beside him.

Lin Ruoxue's eyes sparkled, and she chuckled, "Third Prince, let's go catch it!"

The laughter of the two echoed in the garden. At that moment, Nangong Yi felt that he was the happiest person in the world. Their feelings were pure and sincere, without any impurities.

However, reality is always cruel. Nangong Yi's thoughts were pulled back to the present, and his eyes became dim. He knew that those good times were gone forever. His separation from Lin Ruoxue was like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into his heart.

Nangong Yi stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the stars in the night sky. He remembered that Lin Ruoxue once told him that every star represents a wish. He closed his eyes and silently made a wish: I hope Lin Ruoxue can be happy.

His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. He knew that he could not give Lin Ruoxue the happiness she deserved, and all this was because of the family's responsibility and this political marriage. His hand unconsciously stroked the jade pendant, which was the only memory Lin Ruoxue left him.

"Ruoxue, I'm sorry." Nangong Yi's voice echoed in the empty study, with a hint of sob.

Nangong Yi's heart was full of struggle. He knew that he should treat Zhao Wan'er wholeheartedly, but she also had another person in her heart. Their marriage was more like an unspoken transaction, and both parties sacrificed their own happiness for the benefit of the family.

He thought of Zhao Wan'er's gentleness and kindness, her intelligence and strength. He knew that she was a woman worthy of respect and love, but his heart could never completely belong to her.

"Wan'er, I..." Nangong Yi's heart was filled with guilt. He didn't know how to face Zhao Wan'er or how to face this marriage.

He knew that he should let go of the past and try to love Zhao Wan'er, but his heart could never do it. There was always a place in his heart for Lin Ruoxue.

Nangong Yi sighed deeply. He knew that he could no longer indulge in memories. He had to face reality and try to adapt to this marriage for the sake of his family and Zhao Wan'er.

He walked to the desk, picked up a pen, and began to write a letter to Lin Ruoxue. He knew that this letter might never be sent, but he still wanted to write down what was in his heart.

"Ruoxue, I've been thinking about you. I know I can't come back to you, but I hope you know that you are always in my heart." Nangong Yi's pen slid across the paper, and there was a hint of trembling in his handwriting.

After writing the letter, Nangong Yi folded the letter and put it in an exquisite envelope. He put the envelope in the drawer of the desk and gently closed the drawer.

He stood up, walked to the window, and took a deep breath. He knew he had to be strong and try to adapt to this marriage for the sake of his family and Zhao Wan'er.

"Ruoxue, goodbye." Nangong Yi said silently in his heart, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

That late night, Nangong Yi said his final farewell to the memories of the past. He knew that he had to let go of the past, try to love Zhao Wan'er, and try to adapt to this marriage. Although his heart was full of pain and struggle, his heart was also full of expectations and hopes for the future.