noffsinger Chapter 109 Revealing Each Other's Wounds
Chapter 109 Revealing Each Other's Wounds
Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened.
She had definitely missed something, but she had a strange intuition that this person was very close to her and might even pose a threat to her and those she cared about.
Seeing her furrowed brows as she pondered, Gu Liang smiled.
It was probably the hint of mockery in Gu Liang's smile that Jiang Zhi noticed instantly.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Zhi asked, pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips.
Looking into her bright eyes, Gu Liang said earnestly, "Can I make a request?"
Jiang Zhi let out a "ha".
Jiang Zhi noticed that the way he was looking at her was starting to feel strange.
He actually made demands of me? Is he thinking of...?
Seriously? To be thinking about this kind of thing during such a crucial moment of reasoning? How could he be so beastly?
She leaned back slightly, looked at him, and forced herself to speak, "Tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can agree to it."
Instead, he simply picked up the petite Jiang Zhi and laid her down on the bed.
She nestled into the warm bed, and Gu Liang knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting his weight beside hers, leaning down to look at her.
He didn't do anything else, but the action still carried a possessive quality.
Jiang stopped moving.
Her hand accidentally touched his leg, then she secretly withdrew it.
"No," Gu Liang said gently, "Don't overthink it, your health is more important."
Well, she was overthinking it.
It seems he still remembers the three rules, so it's probably not that bad.
The atmosphere gradually became awkward, and Jiang Zhi gave a dry laugh, "Your Highness, please rest well."
Gu Liang tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, and returned to her sleeping spot.
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In the middle of the night, Lu Nianqiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so she went to her mother's tombstone.
"Good evening, Mother. How are you?" she said, reaching out to wipe the tombstone.
“Mother,” Lu Nianqiu said, “my birthday is in a few days, and it will also be the anniversary of your death.”
Lu Nianqiu had always known that she was not her father's daughter, and her whole family had been keeping this a secret from her.
Little did they know that she already knew; she was just playing along because she was afraid of disappointing everyone.
Let's just assume she's Lu Pingsheng's daughter.
She also knew the reason why her father loved Zhizhi so much; in her eyes, her father also loved her.
Her mother, Song Ronghe, was not a greedy person.
If Song Ronghe and Lu Pingsheng hadn't had that affair, their story would probably have been a beautiful one.
Song Ronghe was a doctor in the military camp, and Lu Pingsheng was a general who fought on the battlefield.
He defended the country, and she protected him.
Song Ronghe once told Lu Nianqiu that she felt like a cloud with nowhere to go until she met Lu Pingsheng, which gave her a sense of groundedness.
She had thought it was wishful thinking until her innocence was taken from her by a despicable guard.
He told her personally, "I, Lu, will marry no one but you in this life."
Song Ronghe was the only person besides his elder sister who brought him renewed hope. He was so fortunate to have met her, and how could he possibly want to miss out on her?
The one who made the mistake wasn't her; it was the person who made the mistake. As for reputation, he can protect it.
"What are you thinking about?" A detached voice drifted softly into Lu Nianqiu's ears.
Lu Nianqiu turned around, "You're here too?"
"You," the man asked tentatively, "are you in a bad mood?"
Lu Nianqiu shook her head. "Uncle Yama, do you think every mother gives birth willingly?"
He didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment, and was about to speak when he was interrupted, "No need, I don't want to know anymore."
"Are you blaming yourself?" he asked.
She did not speak.
Actually, Uncle Yama was right; she was blaming herself.
She's a conflicted person, especially when it comes to her mother.
Lu Nianqiu sometimes thinks that if she could go back in time, she would definitely tell her mother not to give birth to her.
Because the mother's health began to deteriorate after giving birth to Lu Nianqiu.
From childhood to adulthood, on the anniversary of her mother's death, she would not appear, but would go wandering around alone.
Especially when she thinks about how her mother suffered so much to give birth to her, even sacrificing the last rays of her life for her birth, and that she wasn't even her father's bloodline, how could it be considered worth it?
If she hadn't been born, she would have spent her life with her father, and might even have had their own child instead of this bastard.
“I am not my father’s child, but my mother still gave birth to me.” Lu Nianqiu smiled bitterly. “I wonder if she ever thought that giving birth to me was just using her own life to prolong my life.”
It's ironic that my mother has been sick for so long; the doctor has healed many people, but couldn't heal himself.
Lu Pingsheng only said one sentence about her birth: "This is our decision as parents, and it has nothing to do with you."
He didn't want his daughter to feel guilty, but she still did. Over the years, she still disliked her birthday and her mother's death anniversary.
Her birthday is two days before or after her mother's death anniversary.
Her gentle mother deliberately postponed her death anniversary to the next day so that it would not fall on the same day as her daughter's birthday.
But so what?
The deceased become a needle in the heart of the living. It may not hurt much, but it will always exist and will suddenly prick you, making you feel its presence.
"You're making fun of me," Lu Nianqiu said with a complicated expression. "Because I still don't want her to give birth to me."
Uncle Yama withdrew his gaze and said in a calm tone, "I watched my mother perish in the fire with my own eyes, but I was powerless to do anything about it."
The night wind blew.
Lu Nianqiu looked up at him, and the frustration in her chest seemed to fade away, making her feel a little amused.
She blurted out, "Are we reopening old wounds?"
This must be the funniest thing.
He and she weren't that familiar yet; after all, he only encountered Lu Nianqiu when she came, and these were things he shouldn't have said to her.
However, perhaps precisely because they are not familiar with each other, some casual mentions are like a breeze passing by, leaving no trace.
Lu Nianqiu stood up. "Perhaps they would like us to be doing well."
In this world, eight or nine out of ten things are unsatisfactory, but only two or three can be shared with others.
The pain in her heart had been hidden for so long, so long that it had seeped into her very bones, and she thought it would never be reopened.
But today she pulled it out herself and showed it to others.
She's probably truly let go of it.
During the days she couldn't see her parents, and her marriage was also taken away, she constantly wondered why her marriage was taken away. So she pondered day and night, and finally realized that there were only two reasons.
One possibility is that he wants to remarry, and the other is that she has offended someone.
I prefer the former to the latter.
She thought that since the marriage was taken away by Liu Shi for her daughter's sake, and the other party did nothing, she didn't want such a marriage, and it was not worthy of her.
Therefore, she remained unmoved by Pei Shizi's overtures.
"Yes, it will," said Uncle Yama, "but it will come at a price."
Lu Nianqiu was lost in her own emotions and didn't hear the second half of Uncle Yan's words.
It was as if none of the self-pity and remorse that had just occurred.