Tang Luo was stunned, as if he was meeting Tang Yu for the first time, staring at her blankly.
"Yu'er, you don't have to go out these days." There was disappointment in his tone.
Tang Yu sneered: "I want to give Wulingcao to the elders of Fengyun Mansion, and the elders of Fengyun Mansion like me very much. If you send anyone there, they will not accept it. So, you still want to
Can’t you lock me up?”
"You..." Tang Luo was furious and pointed at Tang Yu angrily.
Tang Yu disagreed: "Dad, in order to get Aunt Rong, you used all means to make her lose her memory. Now I just fell in love with Master Nanxian. I will fight for it with my own strength. What do I have to do?"
wrong?"
Tang Luo's face froze and his hand gradually lowered.
He didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked out of the room with a slight stagger.
After he walked out of the house, he looked at the quiet night with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know where to go.
Involuntarily, that stunning face appeared in his mind, and he finally took steps towards the back mountain.
…
The back mountain is already the only quiet place in the Tang family.
On the stone bench outside the wooden house, a woman in plain clothes sat calmly, and the moonlight poured down, making this aristocratic family look more peaceful and orchid.
"Yan'er..."
Did he really do something wrong back then?
Even his daughter follows the same example, doing whatever it takes for the one she loves?
Tang Luo was even more confused. He no longer knew whether it was right or wrong to force her to stay in the first place.
"Are you here?" Rong Yan turned around with a smile.
That smile, as light as water, is engraved in the heart and will never be forgotten.
"Yan'er, the night is getting cold, why don't you go and rest?" Tang Luo stepped forward, pulled off his robe, and put it on her body.
Rong Yan smiled: "I'm waiting for my children to come home. It's already so late and there's no candlelight. What should I do if they are scared?"
Her warm and loving smile was like a needle pricking Tang Luo's heart.
In a trance, he recalled the first time they met. Even though the woman at that time was stunning, she was like a king in the world, arrogant among all the heroes.
Rong Yan now was so fragile that it made his heart ache.
But there was no turning back. Everything had been done, and he could only hold on until the end.
Even if she doesn't accept him for the rest of her life, he is still willing to stay with her for the rest of her life.
"Yan'er, they have something to do and they can't come back today. Let me tell you, you have a good rest first. I will fill the whole back mountain with bonfires tomorrow, so you won't be afraid that they won't come back."
"Their father was very busy back then. Why are they so busy now? I've been waiting for several nights and I still can't find them. Are they lost? Can't they come back?"
At the end of the sentence, Rong Yan's expression showed a trace of panic. She clutched Tang Luo's arm tightly and sounded anxious.
"Yan'er," Tang Luo held her hand, trying to relax her mood, "your children will not be lost, they will come back. By the way, do you remember... who is their father?"
Rong Yan was stunned, and a shadow appeared in her mind. The shadow's face was very blurry. Every time she thought of him, she would feel unbearable pain, but she could never remember that face...
"I can't remember, I don't remember."
Rong Yan held her head tightly and curled up into a ball in pain, so she didn't see Tang Luo's quiet sigh of relief now.