In his mind, he remembered that night when he left his hometown, the place where she was standing was clearly the place where women habitually discarded their clothes.
Could it be that...did she go there to pick up clothes?
Why pick it up?
It rained heavily, but she didn't even dodge, but actually went there... These memories almost drowned Yi Jian.
His whole body began to hurt.
The internal organs are churning and feeling uncomfortable.
He felt like he was about to be crushed!
She...what does this mean?
She...had done such a thing, how could she make him willing to let her go?
She...seems not as cruel and indifferent as he seems...
He thought that she didn't love him... She was annoying him, so she meekly accepted his affection in order to escape better.
But...who can explain to him what is going on with this dress?!
Yi Jian's hand holding the clothes began to tremble.
He stroked the clothes inch by inch and found that the torn areas had been carefully sewn up. His vision suddenly became warm.
He knows the needle and thread.
This is clearly her needlework.
That pair of handkerchiefs were all embroidered by her herself. He had seen them a thousand times, so how could he not remember them?
Yi Jian suddenly broke his usual calmness. He opened his mouth to face the door and shouted loudly: "Xu Ang, Xu Ang!!"
Also, within an hour, the woman came to look for her, so she could send her away in person and watch her go far away, never to appear in the Yi family again!
He would never appear in her and the young commander's sight again.
