In the afternoon breeze, Shu Zhihan sat alone on the swing, with a lonely and strong heart swaying.
Her body swayed with the swing, as if she was expressing her inner emotions.
The sun shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, and the mottled light and shadow reflected the calmness and helplessness on her face.
Her eyes were far-reaching and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Although the surroundings were full of fog, her firm gaze never changed.
Her hands gently held the chain of the swing, and every move seemed like she was telling her own story.
Her face, although tired, was still like the peach blossoms in spring, blooming with tenacity and beautiful colors.
Her swing swayed in the breeze, and it seemed to be the only freedom she could find.
She closed her eyes, as if trying to put away all her sorrows and worries as the swing swayed.
The sun, the breeze, the swing, all of them are like her friends, accompanying her and comforting her.
She sat there alone, as quiet as a painting.
Her figure is looming in the swing of the swing, as if she is telling her inner world. It was a world full of troubles and hopes, sorrows and joys. However, no matter how the world around her changes, she always sits there firmly, facing her inner world alone.
Shu Zhihan's swing swayed in the wind, as if it was telling her story. Every shake seems to tell everyone that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, she will persevere.
Her eyes were full of sadness.
Miyue noticed her expression and couldn't help but walked forward and asked softly, "Miss, you seem to be troubled. What happened?"
Her voice was gentle and concerned, revealing deep sympathy and care.
Her words were like a gentle breeze, hoping to bring some comfort to the troubled Shu Zhihan.
Hearing her voice, Shu Zhihan slowly raised her head and looked at Mi Yue. Her eyes were filled with undried tears, but she also had a deep sense of strength.
She bit her lower lip gently, as if deciding whether to talk.
Shu Zhihan hesitated, not sure if she really should say it.
She knew Mi Yue, and if she knew about this matter, there might be a big fuss.
After thinking about it, Shu Zhihan decided to tell her the whole story. After all, if she didn't tell her, she would definitely not give up and would pester herself about it.
"I already know how my child was lost, and I already know whose hand it was."
Hearing this, Miyue's eyes widened immediately and she shouted, "Miss, tell me, who is it?"
"Yes...it's Luhe."
As soon as Shu Zhihan finished speaking, she saw the anger on Mi Yue's face.
Miyue was shocked. She saw the pain and helplessness in her expression, and also felt the warmth in her words.
She patted her shoulder lightly, frowned and said, "Miss, this matter must not be taken lightly. There must be an explanation. Why did she do this? Why did she do this?"
She said, "I understand this is sad for you, but please remember that no matter when or where you are, you are not alone." Miyue's voice was full of strength and determination, and she hoped that her words could give her Bring strength.
Shu Zhihan looked at Mi Yue deeply, her eyes shining with gratitude.
She nodded slightly, as if thanking her for her understanding and support.
Nan Xixi told Mi Yue everything that happened between Meng Haowen and Lu He.
Meng Haowen is a person who is not good at expressing himself. He would not express his inner feelings easily. But this time, he actually blurted out that he really likes Lu He. So, he must have already fallen in love with this woman. Confirmed.
Originally, for Shu Zhihan, if Lu He could really be with Meng Haowen, it would be nothing more than a beautiful thing.
When she knew she was still in this world
When we have blood relatives, we have mixed feelings in our hearts.
She spent a lot of time getting used to this sudden fact.
However, why exactly, just as she was immersed in this web surrounded by family affection, she suddenly fell out of this web that had not been completely woven, leaving her a little breathless.
She no longer knew how she should deal with it, and she asked herself more than once, why?
Could it be that God just can't stand her and doesn't want her to have some happy moments?
Although she grew up in the Grand Master's Mansion, everyone thought she lived a life of fine clothing and fine food, but outside of that high-walled compound, who could really understand what life was like inside that wall? Of.
Compared with this kind of life, she even envied Lu He. Although her life was a little miserable, at least she lived with her own brothers and enjoyed real family affection.
Nan Xixi told Mi Yue the story between Meng Haowen and Lu He.
She felt the pain in her heart surge like a tide, and the pain of losing her child was like a sharp dagger, piercing directly into her heart.
But now, she must accept the fact that all this has something to do with Lu He.
The third sister she once regarded as her closest companion, the person who had accompanied her for countless days and nights and shared her joy and sorrow with her, turned out to be the source of her pain.
Every time she thought of this fact, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
This was an unspeakable betrayal and blow that left her feeling deeply painful and helpless.
She couldn't understand why Lu He would do such a thing, why she would let her endure such pain.
Now, it is really difficult for her to accept this fact, forgive Lu He, and face her own pain.
Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and she wanted to seek an answer, an answer that would allow her to understand it all.
But every time she thought deeply, her heart would be filled with pain and doubt.
However, she has to face reality and find a way to deal with it all.
Maybe this is a difficult process, but she must persevere. For her own sake, no matter what, she must find a way to accept this cruel fact.
Mi Yue's originally delicate facial features were now filled with resentment.
Her eyes were like the deep black night, filled with angry fire.
Her lips were pursed tightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart. Her skin became pale and bloodless, like the snow in winter, cold and ruthless.
There was a painful sadness in her eyes.
It was a deep pain, like a heart cut by a sharp knife, hurting to the bone.
Miyue's originally delicate facial features were wrinkled tightly together, and her eyes flashed with anger.
Her lips were pressed into a tight line, her breathing was rapid, and every inhalation was like a painful struggle. Her hands were clenched into fists, and the veins were bulging, as if she was trying to suppress the anger in her heart.
Her eyes were filled with sharp coldness, like a sharp blade that could pierce anything that stood in front of her.
At this moment, Mi Yue's heart had become as cold as iron, her hatred for Lu He was burning like fire, and her resentment against the world was as deep as the night.
There was no expression on her face, only deep indifference and alienation.
Mi Yue felt that the anger in her heart was uncontrollable, like an enraged beast. She turned and walked towards Lu He's residence, determined to ask her about this matter.
Just when she turned around to leave, she heard Shu Zhihan calling from behind: "Miyue, where are you going?"
"I'm going to find her."
"Don't go."
Shu Zhihan was afraid that she would suffer a loss after she left, so she tried her best to stop her, but it seemed that she was powerless.
Her steps are heavy and firm, every step
They all seemed to declare her anger.
The air around her seemed to tense with her pace, forming an ominous feeling. Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from excessive exertion.
When she arrived at Lu He's residence, her eyes were full of determination and anger.
She pushed open the door and rushed into the room with a gust of cold wind.
Lu He raised her head in surprise and looked at Mi Yue's angry eyes, a trace of panic flashed across her face.
Miyue didn't speak. She took a deep breath, and then asked in a deep voice, "What on earth is going on?" Her voice was full of anger and disappointment, as if she had been betrayed.
Lu He looked at Mi Yue, her heartbeat quickened, and she knew she could no longer hide it.
She lowered her head, not daring to look into Miyue's angry eyes. Her fingers tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, and her voice was weak and trembling: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
Although Mi Yue did not say what exactly happened, for Lu He, his heart was like a bright mirror and everything was clear to him.
Upon hearing this answer, Mi Yue's anger was instantly ignited.
She took a step forward and approached Lu He: "I'm sorry? Is it useful to be sorry? Do you know what this means to my young lady?"
Lu He raised her head, tears flashing in her eyes: "I know, Mi Yue. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I just wanted to help her, I didn't expect it would bring her such a big trouble."
Mi Yue looked at Lu He and took a deep breath.
She was very angry, but her head felt empty for a moment, her mouth seemed bald, and she couldn't explain clearly.
"I really want to know how your heart grows. Have you ever thought about how serious it is for our young lady if you do such a thing? How sad she must be. , when will it ease?"
Miyue's tone was very angry, and her hands were clenched into fists.
