When he touched his eyes as cold as ice, he was shocked in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, he was pushed out by a strong force, staggering and falling against the cold wall, making a muffled thud.
Shen Yunxi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wu Xuanye who had woken up.
Her eyes were full of joy, and just as she was about to speak, the man suddenly sat up.
The next moment, the cold hands grabbed her throat, and asked in a cold voice: "Why did you lie to me?"
"Sister Yunxi."
Mu Yun'an was startled, and was about to go over to rescue him, but was stopped by Xiao Chengyi, who then shook his head at her and said, "He was not cruel."
Shen Yunxi also felt it. Although the man in front of her strangled her neck, he didn't really want her life.
At least she could still speak. She looked at Wu Xuanye and tears fell unconsciously on the back of his hand.
Those hot tears made Wu Xuanye's cold heart seem to have cracked open.
Shen Yunxi said: "She didn't lie to you."
With that said, she took out the yellowed letter from her arms and handed it to Wu Xuanye.
When Wu Xuanye heard the word "she", there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.
He looked down at the letter she handed over, slowly loosened his grip on her neck and asked, "What is this?"
Shen Yunxi said: "The letter she wrote to you."
Wu Xuanye frowned and looked at her: "Who is she?"
Shen Yunxi sniffed and said the person's name: "Wen Qian."
When these two words fell into his ears, Wu Xuanye's expression changed in shock.
What does she mean by this? Isn't Wen Qian her?
Wu Xuanye reached out and took the letter from Shen Yunxi and opened it.
Those four words immediately made his heart twist.
Brother Xuan Ye.
These four short words seemed to pull him into memories, and the sweet voice of that person was in his ears.
Just like the smile on her face, bright and warm.
Wu Xuanye held the letter and continued reading, and his already pale face became paler and paler.
After reading the letter, Wu Xuanye looked at Shen Yunxi with a puzzled face and asked, "What does this mean?"
Shen Yunxi said: "Wen Qian has been dead for decades. This is the letter she wrote to you on her deathbed."
"impossible."
Wu Xuanye didn't believe her: "What tricks are you doing? Do you think I will still believe you?"
Shen Yunxi explained to him anxiously: "I didn't lie, you have been sleeping for decades."
Wu Xuanye interrupted her: "Then who are you?"
"My name is Shen Yunxi, a young lady from General Beichen's Mansion. I am eighteen years old this year. My great-grandmother is Wen Qian. My father's surname is Mu, Mu Rufeng, and my grandfather's name is Mu Huaiye."
Shen Yunxi told her life story.
Wu Xuanye, who was opposite, had a pale face. He staggered a little and took a step back. He murmured: "Mu Huaiye, Mu Huaiye."
He retreated to the ice bed, stopped, and looked at the place in a daze.
Scenes of those unbearable tragic experiences in the past came to mind.
In the end, there was only one voice left in the whole world.
She is dead.
The person he harbored hatred and resentment, but never forgot, died.
And the person in front of her who looks exactly like her is her descendant, the descendant of her and Wu Mubai.