These things in my sisterâs heartfelt voice still havenât happened yet, they can definitely be changed.
But what puzzled him was that his sister said he regained his memory because he was stimulated, so did he lose his memory?
Although he didnât understand why he would lose his memory, it seemed that only this could explain why he also became the female leadâs dog.
After a treatment by the household doctor, Su Qianxue was not seriously injured, but frightened, and the cold, biting lake water required her to rest quietly for a while to avoid harming her body.
Her mental state was not good, and they couldnât interrogate how she fell into the lake, so the Su Family couple had no choice but to let the maid change her into dry clothes and hurriedly take her back home.
With such an incident happening, the banquet naturally couldnât continue, and the adults and their families also began to take their leave.
The Yun Family couple went to the gate to see them off.
Among the gradually dispersing crowd, Lin Weiâan held one hand behind his back, his deep gaze landing on Lady Yun.
The male and female banquets were separated, and today he didnât have the chance to see her; it was the first time in a long while heâd seen her.
She had given birth to four children, yet she appeared not only unweary but even more beautiful. Clearly, sheâs living better, and Lin Weiâan should be gratified, but his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, sending a dense wave of pain.
Noticing his gaze, Lady Yun slightly turned her head, avoiding eye contact with him to prevent suspicion.
But Yun Zheng couldnât bear it; he stepped forward, completely cutting off Lin Weiâanâs restless gaze, shielding Lady Yun behind him.
"Mr. Lin seems a bit unwell."
Yun Zheng smiled broadly, placing his right hand on Lin Weiâanâs shoulder. This posture seemed very caring, but in fact, only Lin Weiâan knew the bitterness involved.
His shoulder felt as if a thousand-pound weight pressed on it, his knees softened, and his body staggered, nearly kneeling to the ground. Lin Weiâan was furious and embarrassed, yet he was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe.
"Oh, still canât stand steadily?"
Yun Zheng pretended to support Lin Weiâan, turning his head to look at the stern-looking woman not far away.
"Lady Lin, your husband seems unwell. Quickly come and support him."
Lady Lin misunderstood and thought Lin Weiâan was indeed unwell, hurried over to support him. Lin Weiâan, face pale, didnât explain anything, allowing Lady Lin to help him towards the carriage.
The various eyes of the crowd fell on him, feeling like needles prickling him, making him uncomfortable and wanting to escape quickly.
Front courtyard.
Mo Zhaozhao raised her chin, standing up arrogantly, saying, "I am leaving too."
Glancing at Yun Wanye, seeing his lack of expression, she frowned, adding another line.
"Thank you for todayâs matter."
Yun Wanye still remained silent, not even glancing at her.
Hmph!
Mo Zhaozhao coldly snorted in her heart, lifted her legs to leave, but having just taken a step, she noticed Lu Huaixin coming over, changed from head to toe, his hair thoroughly dry, regaining his usual elegance and handsomeness.
"Zhaozhao~"
Lu Huaixin paused for a moment, then strode over, holding Mo Zhaozhaoâs hand, his gaze gently upon her.
Mo Zhaozhao seemed to be electrified, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand but quickly realizing something, forced herself to smile and endure.
They were close to marriage; she shouldnât continue to reject him as she used to.
The scene of their hand holding deeply pierced not far away Yun Wanyeâs eyes; his gaze turned gloomy, his teeth clenching hard, wishing he could chop off that hand.
[Tsk tsk, such a sweet couple, but second brother must be terribly heartbroken?]
[Alas, silly second brother, if only you took some initiative, and moreover, kept your mouth shut, the princess wouldnât choose Lu Huaixin.]
[Clearly childhood sweethearts with mutual secret admiration, such a good story, but in the end can only watch as the beloved marries someone else, two lives bitterly seeking yet fruitless. Donât know whether to say you deserve it or feel sorry.]
[If you donât strive in this life too, youâll miss three lifetimes.]
[...]
What?
Mutual secret admiration?
Yun Wanye frowned slightly, his gaze quickly passing with confusion. Was his younger sister implying that the princess liked him too?
How could that be?
Thinking about Mo Zhaozhaoâs past attitude towards him, filled with disdain and rejection, Yun Wanye didnât believe it at all, yet couldnât help but feel a surge of anticipation and excitement.
What if his younger sister is telling the truth?
He lifted his head, realizing Mo Zhaozhao had already left, and the courtyard echoed emptily.
Ah!
Yun Wanye sighed softly, a lingering touch of faint helplessness in his heart.