Yan didn't immediately take the item, instead she sorrowfully covered her mouth.
Because she was afraid, afraid she couldn't control herself and would cry out loud.
At this moment, she didn't know what the meaning was behind so many years of waiting.
He finally came back, but everything had changed.
And between them, they could never return to what they once were.
Yan squatted on the ground, her frail shoulders trembling, making it hard for others not to feel pity.
An Bingfeng placed the item beside her, turned and left without a hint of hesitation.
Yan's voice trembled with a slight hint of cowardice, "If I hadn't remarried, would we have…"
"Back then I saved you from a life of hardship, even at the cost of you bearing a son for me, treat it all as a dream, let what should be forgotten be forgotten…"
Clearly, no matter Yan's choice, their outcome wouldn't change.
