in2ebook Chapter 154 A Letter
Chapter 154 A Letter
"Then she hugged me and burst into tears. Her cry was so loud, as if she wanted to release all the grievances."
She sobbed and said to me, "Mother no longer wants us. Are you going to abandon me too?"
"These words were like a sharp sword, deeply piercing my heart. I looked at her tearful face, and my heart ached."
"At that moment, my chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear."
"The question that had troubled me for two days suddenly had a clear answer."
"I realised I couldn't lose my sister and that we had to support each other no matter what happened."
“That year, we were seven years old.”
"At this age, we should be playing carefree, but reality has given us too many hardships."
"But her embrace seemed to be able to break all the suffering."
"From then on, I vowed to protect my sister and always be by her side."
Dai Yan raised her head slightly and returned it to its original position, looking at Shu Wanwan.
He said slowly: "Sister always has a smile in her eyes, even though it was many years ago."
"But I don't know why, I remember it so clearly."
"Maybe it's because this is one of the few good memories I have. So I remember it so clearly and deeply."
The scene around the two people did not freeze like before, but changed with Dai Yan's words.
In the study, the girl secretly opened the ancient book and read the words on it attentively.
In the haystack, the girl curled up, her eyes full of fear and helplessness, her body trembling.
Then, another young girl appeared in the picture, shouting: "Sister! Sister..."
There was a crying tone in the voice, full of anxiety.
Finally, in front of the haystack, the two little girls hugged each other tightly and cried loudly.
Different from the past, these images did not remain frozen for a long time, but flashed by quickly.
It seemed as if those insignificant scenes could stay in front of her eyes for a long time, but for those scenes that could cause Dai Yan's emotions to fluctuate, she never dared to let them stay for too long.
Perhaps until now, Dai Yan still feels pain in her heart, but she has gradually learned how to hide her emotions.
Initially, this may have been to avoid worrying her sister, but later it became a habit.
She often imitated Yuchi Xiaosheng's appearance, with a smile in her eyes, appearing calm and peaceful.
As the picture flows, it finally freezes on the girl in a blue dress sitting in the square pavilion playing the piano.
At this time, Shu Wanwan carefully observed the girl in front of her and noticed that there seemed to be some faint bruises on her hands.
Indeed, although his clothes and appearance became more refined, the scars on his body were obviously left not long ago.
From the outside, it seems that the treatment of the young girl Dai Yan has indeed changed, but it also seems that nothing has changed.
"How is this going?"
Shu Wanwan's gaze fell on the bruises on the girl's hand, and her voice became much lower.
There was a hint of heartache in her eyes, and she seemed surprised by the situation.
She had thought it was different, everything was different.
She once thought that Dai Yan would no longer experience those pains and sufferings, but the bruises in front of her made her realize that reality had not changed.
She thought Dai Yan wouldn't suffer so much.
But unexpectedly, it was still the same, which made Shu Wanwan's heart sink again.
She had originally expected Dai Yan to live a better life and get rid of the shadow of the past, but now she found that her expectations were dashed.
"Don't worry, it won't happen from now on."
Dai Yan said in a calm tone.
However, Shu Wanwan's gaze could not move away from the bruises on Dai Yan's hand for a long time, and her heart was filled with heaviness and worry.
Dai Yan still had a smile on her face, but it didn't come from the heart as she had done to her sister.
Her smile seemed forced, as if it was just superficial.
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and then spoke again in a soft voice.
Perhaps Ning Yuanbu no longer caused any waves in her heart.
The hurt and pain he once caused her no longer caused her any waves.
Her mood became calm and indifferent, and she gradually let go of the man's existence.
"It wasn't until I was sixteen that Ning Yuanbu attacked me."
Dai Yan's voice was filled with helplessness.
As she recalled that past, a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
It was a turning point in her life, sort of, even if it was a very small one.
"That was my sixteenth birthday."
Dai Yan said softly.
She spoke quietly, revealing the story deep in her heart bit by bit.
"According to the rules of the Yuchi family, the Saint Heir can return home at the age of sixteen."
Dai Yan continued to speak, her voice gradually becoming lower, as if every word carried a heavy weight.
This should have been a cause for celebration, but there was an unspeakable sadness in her tone.
"But what I didn't expect was that I waited happily for a whole day until night fell, but my sister still didn't show up."
Her voice was filled with disappointment and her eyes were twinkling with stars.
"All I got was a letter."
Screen changes.
The neatly dressed girl, wearing a blue dress, had her shoulders trembling slightly.
She clutched the letter tightly as if it were her only hope.
"The letter said that my sister couldn't come back because of something. Let me wait a little longer."
Dai Yan, who was beside Shu Wanwan, continued to tell the story.
The girl in the pavilion's shoulders trembled even more violently, tears streaming down her cheeks, as if she wanted to pour out all her sorrow and pain.
She leaned forward slightly, as if trying to grab something, but ultimately she leaned weakly on the table.
But I couldn't tell what expression it was.
Sad?
Disappointed?
Or maybe it's hatred.
"Then I made the second boldest decision of my life."
The girl took a deep breath, her eyes became firm, and she clenched her fists tightly, as if she had made up her mind.
Dai Yan's voice, however, seemed as long and distant as the narration in the picture.
"What decision?"
"Bloodline of the Saint."
"You want to go to Qingfeng Temple too?"
"Ah."
One question and one answer.
Dai Yan told Shu Wanwan all the girl's thoughts at this moment.
"Is it hatred?"
Shu Wanwan no longer looked at Dai Yan beside her, but turned her gaze to the girl Dai Yan in the distance.
After hearing what Shu Wanwan said, Dai Yan followed her gaze and looked at herself in her memory. She sighed and continued speaking.
“I was too young at that time.”
“There are many things I don’t understand.”
There was a hint of helplessness in Dai Yan's voice, and her eyes were flashing with memories, as if she was trying hard to feel the person she used to be.
Perhaps because she was too young, she could not fully understand what was happening at the time and could only make choices based on her emotions.
This sentence seemed to arouse Shu Wanwan's interest, and she followed up on Dai Yan's words and asked further questions.
"For example?"
"It's better to say Twin Lotuses."
The annotations in the ancient books appeared in Shu Wanwan's mind at this moment.
"The weak will be annihilated..."
"The weak die...!?!"
Shu Wanwan murmured, saying what she had heard before.
"What's up with her?"
Thinking of this, Shu Wanwan had a bad premonition and couldn't help but raise her own questions.
"Severely injured."
Another question and answer.
"Later I found out that in order to see me, she forced herself to break through and nearly went insane."
"The first thing she did when she woke up was write me a letter."
Dai Yan gave another standard smile, but this time it seemed to have a hint of self-deprecation.
"What else did the letter say?"
"She told me not to blame her."
"She also said that she missed me very much."
Dai Yan's voice became lower and lower, almost a whisper at last.
"But at that time, I just felt that I was abandoned and she broke the promise between us."
"What puzzles me even more is why would she do this?"
"Because you are sisters."
Dai Yan smiled, and a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.
"Sisters, aren't they supposed to care about each other?"
Shu Wanwan comforted Dai Yan beside her.
Dai Yan shook her head slightly, and the smile on her face gradually became bitter.
"Sometimes, blood ties are not the only criterion for measuring family affection."
"For example, Ning Yuanbu."
“What really matters is the intention.”
"Just like me and her."
This was what Dai Yan said herself, and it was the answer she believed in.