”You’ve already done too much for me,” Xueyue shook her head, “Brother knew he was abusing me and didn’t care about my life, so he brought me home, preventing him from finding me. Grandfather also stopped giving him money. So he panicked, started threatening to expose our story, but my brother was very firm. I don’t know what method he used to prevent media from publishing his story.
In the end, he lost everything. After losing everything, he started hating me. One day he broke in and almost strangled me.” She touched her neck, seemingly still traumatized.
”Fortunately, my brother came back in time and knocked him unconscious. When he woke up, he went mad, unable to bear the shock of having nothing.” Ke Xueyue spoke naturally: “Then my brother started taking care of him, built a house for him in the woods behind, and hired special caregivers.”
She never dared to step into the woods, afraid of hearing or seeing him. But she knew she’d eventually have to face him, free herself from the past, and not disappoint her brother and grandfather.
Later, Xing Can came, teaching her to find herself again. She regained confidence, found hope for the future, and became sure about loving again.
She knew she couldn’t disappoint those who loved her, knew they wanted her to marry into a wealthy family and become a young madam, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
Yuan Xing Can finally understood everything and knew Ke Nanyu’s careful intentions.
Ke Nanyu sighed, “Everything is past.”
Yuan Xing Can gently stroked her back, “Yes, everything is past.”
She looked at Ke Nanyu, her fondness and admiration for him infinitely expanding.
She realized she loved him. Because he was so gentle, so kind.
He hurt others to protect those he loved, but he didn’t turn away. He stayed to clean up the aftermath. His sense of responsibility touched her.
”It’s not over yet,” Ke Xueye said: “Only when my brother is willing to trust me again will things truly be over.”
”Trust you? Trust your choice? Trust that you won’t be hurt again?”
He didn’t know if he could do it. He didn’t know if letting go would create another tragedy.
”Yes, trust me,” Ke Xueye said: “I won’t be wrong again.”
