The hands around the man's waist were each grabbed by two large palms.
Prying them open inch by inch.
Ye Huaran's face was pale.
Bitter smile in her heart.
If it were her, and the one who fled secretly with someone overnight was him, she would definitely not be able to do so without resentment.
She doesn't blame him.
Holding back her hands, she didn't make things too difficult for him and didn't cling to him anymore.
Heh.
Didn't she just take the initiative to kiss him? Now that he doesn't want her to embrace him, she naturally loosened her grip.
Pretending.
A hint of disdain flashed in Xie Yubai's eyes.
Ye Huaran was absent-minded and didn't notice Xie Yubai's actions, only hearing a "bang" as the door to the room was forcefully kicked open, and her hands were violently shaken off.
With a stumble, Ye Huaran fell into the room.
"Miss!"
"Miss!"
Beside her ears were the anxious cries of Níngxiāng and Bìyuān.
Such a disturbance.
Ye Huaran used to like lively scenes.
Back then, the Ruisu Mansion was flourishing, with many people in the mansion. What Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, Mother, Mother, the birthdays of her three brothers, her own birthday, and even the birthdays of Shào Yíngyíng and her mother Bái Wēi were always celebrated in a lively manner to feel festive and lively.
Later, the mansion was burned down, and her family was destroyed. Every day she spent in enduring and planning how to seek revenge and snow hatred.
The auspicious days and good scenes were illusory. Not to mention the lively festivals like Lantern Festival and Qixi Festival, even she and her mother no longer celebrated their birthdays separately. They only offered incense and prayed sincerely on the anniversary of the three brothers' deaths, praying for the three brothers to wait for her and her mother on the road to the underworld, and in the next life, they would be a family forever.
Just in the next life, she wished to be reborn as the eldest sister of her three brothers, protecting, caring for, and loving her three brothers, while they could play and make trouble as they pleased... Living well, peacefully, and for a long time...
Shào Yíngyíng did not die, and Xiè Fāngqīn escaped her carefully planned assassination again.
The appointment for the next life with her brothers couldn't be fulfilled in time, and her mother also passed away in illness.
The gatekeepers had long since dispersed, leaving only Níngxiāng and Bìyuān willing to continue to stay by her side.
In the end, Níngxiāng died because of her, and only Níngxiāng and Bìyuān remained.
Her body deteriorated day by day, and for a long time, she could only lie on the sickbed every day, suffering from a nervous disorder, unable to sleep even with a slight sound.
Ye Huaran opened her mouth, wanting to scold the two to be quiet, so that her ears could be a little clearer. She couldn't catch her breath, and her vision blackened, her breathing becoming rapid.
The body, which had been supported solely by consciousness, was like a piece of equipment with depleted power, and the little stored energy in the body was no longer enough to support this weak body, which fell straight forward.
Níngxiāng was kicked in the chest by Xiè Yúbai, injured, and ran slower than Bìyuān.
Bìyuān's hand had already reached the hem of the miss's clothes, and just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, her hand was empty.
A figure was faster than her.
No one knew when the figure at the door made a move. Everyone only saw a flash of light, and the person who had just stood like a hellish demon, with a flicker, caught Ye Huaran steadily.
Bìyuān bit her lip, glaring hatefully at the man.
Níngxiāng leaned against the door, panting slightly, blood streaks at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were indescribable.
Everyone present had their own thoughts, and the most calm one was Ye Huaran, the person involved.
Falling into a familiar and stable embrace.
Now, she could finally pass out without worry.
Ye Huaran closed her eyes.
Falling into darkness.
(End of this chapter)