He reached out to smooth the wind-blown hair from my forehead, his eyes filled with a misty pain, yet the smile at the corner of his lips had not disappeared. Looking at his forced smile, a trace of remorse arose in my heart: “Take me back! Once I’ve sorted out all these entangled matters, I’ll go with you!” I reached out and held the hand he was using to arrange my hair, assuring him with a determined gaze. No matter what his thoughts about me were, I had once said that as long as he took me away from that cage, I would lose everything. Wei Luo had given me freedom, so I would guard him with my entire life.
Something I couldn’t understand rose in his eyes, and he stared at me blankly: “This time when you go back, don’t regret it—really, don’t regret!” He murmured repeatedly, looking so lost that it was heartbreaking.
I never knew that this choice would lead me to eternal damnation. Originally, Wei Luo had given me a chance to leave, originally he wanted to push me away from their conflicts, he wanted me to leave, but in the end, I walked into it myself.
“Even if I regret it, I won’t blame anyone, because this is my own choice!” I looked at him and said firmly, word by word.
“Okay, I’ll take you back!” he replied, a trace of incomprehensible reluctance in his eyes.
Return to the Imperial City (Part 2)
My greatest hope had once been to leave the imperial city, to leave the palace that had confined me for over three hundred years. But now, I had returned here, not knowing if it was fate or tragedy.
Wei Luo had truly left. During my unconsciousness, he had taken me away from the Cang Kingdom. Our return had taken three days.
I returned to the imperial city to clarify my relationship with Shui Zi Qiu, wanting to understand who he was and what connection we had.
In the Cang Kingdom, I didn’t have a home. Ran Yan’er, whether in ancient or modern times, was ultimately alone, ultimately an abandoned orphan.
