Chapter 1095: She Cried

In a quiet village.

The only sounds that could be heard at night were the occasional birds chirping and the frogs croaking. The bustling sounds of the city were nowhere to be heard.

He Xiyan slept on the large bed that she used to sleep on. Jiahang had bought this bed when she first arrived at Mang Village.

This was the bed she slept on when she first arrived at Mang Village.

The bed was still the same and she was even familiar with the smell from the blanket.

The last time she had laid in this bed was more than three months ago.

It had only been 100 days but things had completely changed.

She didn’t know whether she’d return to this village in the future and whether she would still see the villagers and friends she made in this village but she knew that this was the last time she would spend such a quiet night here.

She was still wide awake even though it was 2 AM and she stared at the window and watched the curtains flutter in the breeze.

The moonlight spilled through the window and left a soft white patch of light on the ground.

She suddenly sniffled, pulled out a piece of tissue from the bedside and quickly wiped her tears and mucus that couldn’t stop flowing.

She cried for a long time. She knew how haggard she must look at that moment without having to look at the mirror and her eyes were already swollen.

Jiahang was very respectful of her privacy and went to the other room to lay out a mat and blankets when she said that she wanted to sleep in the room alone that night. The living room separated both rooms.

She still remembered that she used to live alone in this large room when she first arrived and Jiahang would sleep in the guest bedroom on the left.

The room had not been renovated back then and it was only coated with a thin coat of cement. However, this room was much better than Jiahang’s room. It was clean and tidy with a ceiling, and even the furniture was new. The other room had been very simple and shabby. There was only a small desk and a closet that was 1-meter wide.

Jiahang was still an amnesiac then and he couldn’t speak, so he was very child-like every day and would always smile brightly at her. His worst fear was that she wouldn’t eat and secretly run away, leaving him behind. She used to stay at home every day doing household ch.o.r.es and making chopped chili and other farm products for sale. Jiahang had never asked her to work in the fields because he didn’t want her to suffer and he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to work under the blazing sun.

He Xiyan rubbed her eyes and saw that her hand was wet.

She didn’t understand why she was so upset but she felt like something was being forcibly pulled away from her.

The past memories played in her mind’s eye like a roll of film.

She didn’t know that Jiahang couldn’t sleep either in the other room.

All he could think about was what she had said that night. She had said many things and her intent was clear. She had come to persuade him to give up on her and to stop pining after her.

He could tell how much it hurt for her to say those words and she was hurting as much as he did.

She said that she wanted to see him get married, have children, and have a happy family.

She said that she didn’t want to hold him back.

She even said that she was suffering because of his actions because he was forcing her to choose between her children and him.

“Yan Yan, I’ll agree if this is what you want,” Jiahang thought as he took a deep breath. Then, he pursed his lips tightly.

He looked at the moonlight that spilled through the window and as he blinked, two droplets of tears fell from the corners of his eyes and landed on his pillow.