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Chapitre 172

Mother, was he wrong? Did he really do something wrong?

Seeing her in pain, he felt a thousand times, ten thousand times more pain than her; seeing her heartbroken, he wished he could cut himself open with a knife to relieve the excruciating pain.

Dongfang Yao was willing to shield her lover from an arrow, just to spare her pain; she was willing to risk her life for her happiness. Mother, is this what you meant by expressing love for someone?

It turns out that loving someone is not about possession, but about giving.

But by the time he understood the true meaning of love, a terrible mistake had already been made. Mother, what should he do?

My mother is so sad, so sad. Tell me, what should I do?

"Pfft..." Tuoba Chen and Chu Xuyao both plunged their swords into his chest, causing a spray of blood to erupt.

Filled with confusion, reluctance, self-reproach, and love, he gazed at that beautiful face one last time. He gripped two sharp swords, shattered them with a mighty blow, his red robe billowed as he turned resolutely, and departed in despair, heartbroken…

He drew his sword to give chase, but Chu Xuyao quickly stopped him.

"Checking the moon is the most important thing."

Mistress!

Throwing the sword away, Tuoba Chen tightly embraced Rongyue's cold body, staring at her blank and numb expression, he panicked: "Xiao San, what's wrong with you, Xiao San? Say something! Don't scare me, Xiao San! Xiao San!"

"Yue's hands... something seems off!"

Something's wrong? He quickly grabbed Rongyue's hand to take a look, and what he saw made both of them tear up at the same time.

They all knew very well what having her hand crippled meant to her...

"Go to Tianshan, quick, find my master!"

"Your master... yes, the Taoist of Tianshan! He can definitely save Xiaosan, he will definitely heal her! Xiaosan, don't be afraid, your hand will get better..."

"Stop dawdling, hurry up and take Dongfang Yao with you!"

"he……"

“He’s still breathing, I hope my master can save him. If he is unfortunate…” Chu Xuyao glanced at Rongyue, who seemed to have lost her soul, and sighed, “Then Yue will probably live out her life like this.”

Unable to describe the feeling in his heart, Tuoba Chen helped up Dongfang Yao, whose face was as pale as gold. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, as if a bottle of five flavors had been broken...

Volume Three: Looking Back, Feelings Return - Chapter Twelve: The End

Three years later, in the Tianshan Mountains.

White mist swirls and drifts, gracefully encircling the rustic cottage, appearing and disappearing, sometimes real, sometimes hidden. It is midsummer, the grass is lush and green, petals are falling in profusion, green mountains and clear waters, birds sing and flowers bloom; being there feels like entering a fairyland.

The dawn light illuminated half the sky, and the early birds, not wanting to be left out, chirped incessantly. With the morning breeze, the grass and trees swayed gently, and the insects chirped in harmony, and another harmonious and beautiful day began.

I opened my sleepy eyes and lazily looked at the sky through the crack in the openwork wooden window.

The sun was already high in the sky, but she was still lazily lying in bed. The saying that comfort makes people lazy is absolutely true.

She tucked the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ears, and despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to get up and prepare, because today was the day those two people were going up the mountain.

She had only managed to prop herself up halfway when her arms suddenly attacked from both sides, catching her off guard and causing her to fall back onto the bed.

"Wife, it's still early, sleep a little longer." The man on the left yawned and rubbed his cheek against hers, murmuring affectionately.

"Little mistress, where are you running off to so early in the morning? Go to sleep." The man on the right breathed on her delicate neck and commanded domineeringly, but his eyes were not open, and his relaxed expression was lazy.

morning?

I glanced at the bright red sun outside.

Hmm, that seems to be true. The sun has only risen halfway out for now. Perhaps we should wait until the other half rises before it emerges?

Aha...

This is really exhausting...

Bang bang bang!!

The tightly closed wooden door was suddenly bombarded!

"Mother! Mother, come out quickly! Come out here right now!!"

The door slammed shut, a deafening roar filled the air, and the sudden, thunderous noise startled the three people inside.

Putting on his robe and getting up, Tuoba Chen sighed and rubbed his temples, his head aching: "Dongfang Yao, look at this scene, doesn't it look like bandits and robbers have come to loot?"

Patting his chest, Dongfang Yao rolled his eyes helplessly at the doorway: "It really does look like it. If you add the line 'If you don't come out, I'll set the house on fire,' it'll look even more like it."

"This daughter doesn't look like mine at all. Dongfang Yao, I guarantee you, she's definitely your child!"

"That's just how I am..." After being given a cold look by Rongyue, Dongfang Yao quickly changed his tune: "What I mean is, how could someone like me possibly have such a cute, smart, lively, and lovable daughter?"

He lazily raised an eyebrow: "Why not? Just think about the days you and that woman spent making love..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I've said it so many times, that was an accident, an accident! Oh, it wasn't that woman who drugged me... no, it was that woman who drugged my brother, and I accidentally took it! How could I... how could I make such a mistake?" He glanced furtively at Rongyue, who was silently dressing to the side, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her expression remained unchanged. Meitong glared hatefully at the nonchalant Tuoba Chen, her gaze like a torch, wishing she could bore a hole through him!

He cursed inwardly.

As if he hadn't seen Dongfang Yao's resentful expression, Tuoba Chen continued, "Although people often say that pregnancy lasts ten months, there are still many premature babies born at nine, eight, or even seven months. If you calculate it, from the time you two made love until the day Gouwa was born, it will be exactly nine months, no problem."

"Count down from the day you and your wife left until the day she gave birth, it's exactly ten months. You're more like it!"

But we use contraception!