Some tense nerves, in addition to the urge to cough and the dry and itchy throat, now there is another headache, so she has to support her head with her hands to relax.
As her body became more and more uncomfortable, her heart could no longer feel uncomfortable. Liang Ying's eyes were a little hot. She wanted to see Huailin now.
In fact, Yuan was not such a delicate person, but because there was such a person around her, who was always more anxious than her and always more afraid of her own discomfort than her, her delicate temperament was unconsciously nurtured.
She forgot how long it had been since she had to endure the discomfort of her body like now.
***
Liang Ying did not wait too long. When the cold food on the table was removed and replaced with a new one, Wei Yan's figure appeared as the door opened again.
Unlike the usual etiquette, Liang Ying did not move this time. She looked at Wei Yan who walked in step by step. There was no smile on the man's face this time, but the candlelight in the hall was reflected in his eyes, and the burning gaze made him seem more excited than ever before.
"Liang Ying."
This name was called differently than any other time before, as if it was filled with affection, and the tone was very light, as light as a sigh.
"I have thought about this scene countless times in my mind. Our home, our children, and you who are waiting for me."
Wei Yan had already walked very far in front of Liang Ying. In just a dozen steps, he looked like he was walking lightly. But only he knew that every step was on the clouds.
It was an uneasy illusion, but also a joyful feeling.
He lowered his head and looked down at the woman sitting there. Her fluttering eyelashes, small nose, and fair skin were all engraved in the depths of his memory.
Wei Yan's hand unconsciously reached out from behind and slowly raised it. It
was only a finger away. If he moved a little further, he could touch the face that he was dreaming about, but he never dared to move forward even a little bit.
"At first, I thought that all my worries about you were due to guilt. So I tried hard to make you well. I thought that as long as you were happy and lived a good life, I would be able to let it go."
"So when Zhou Huailin wanted to take you away, I didn't stop him. When you got married, I didn't stop him. Even though..." Now every word Wei Yan said was like a sword forged with jealousy, "even though I'm actually going crazy."
Before he knew that the emotion was called jealousy, he was tortured to the point of going crazy.
But he still pretended to be nonchalant and chose her dowry, wedding gifts, and servants to serve her.
He seemed to really not care, but only he knew that he actually had the most despicable intentions.
He wanted to infiltrate every corner of her, wanted her to remember his existence at all times, and was afraid that she... would forget herself.
"But Liang Ying, I knew it when I saw you again," Wei Yan knelt on one knee in front of her. Now he looked up and could clearly see her indifferent expression and cold eyes, but even so, he could not extinguish the fire burning in his heart at the moment, "Liang Ying, there is only you, I only want you, no one else can be except you."
He spent five years to escape, to struggle, to try to replace her with someone else.
But Liang Ying only needed to appear in front of him for a moment, and all his efforts seemed like a joke.
Wei Yan grabbed a corner of her clothes. He didn't even dare to touch the woman's hand on his leg, but the empty space in his heart was filled in that moment.
Now that he has everything at his fingertips, he is so cautious only when facing this person. He can obviously possess her forcefully and regardless of anything, and he can obviously threaten her with the Zhou family.
But...
Wei Yan's heart was already beginning to ache. She was Liang Ying, she had accompanied him here but he had let her down, she was doing it for Liang Ying who was covered in scars.
What should he do...
Liang Ying suddenly stood up and took a few steps back. The rosewood chair was pushed back a little and fell to the ground.
She retreated until the corner of her clothes was pulled out of Wei Yan's hand, then she stopped looking at the person on the ground, walked a few steps to the side, and knelt on the ground.
Liang Ying seemed to understand after listening for so long.
"If the emperor minds that your wife marries someone else," Liang Ying saw from Wei Yan's stunned expression that he understood, so she continued to gesture seriously, "Your wife is willing to divorce Zhou Huailin, and from now on, the green lamp and ancient Buddha will always accompany her for the rest of her life. I only ask the emperor not to embarrass the Zhou family."
This was the conclusion she came to after listening to Wei Yan's hypocritical words for so long, despite the disgust.
Men may be like this. Even if I let go and don't want it anymore, in his mind, it is still his thing.
Maybe it's because I have someone else that makes him feel unwilling to let "his things" be touched by others.
He is willing to let me leave the palace, but he is unwilling to let me marry someone else.
Liang Ying sneered at his idea, but she had to consider the Zhou family. She must not let Wei Yan vent his anger on the Zhou family.
But Wei Yan couldn't recover for a long time because of her words. He suddenly realized that when Liang Ying heard these words, she didn't even have the thought of "he loves me".
She didn't believe it, and didn't believe that she liked her.
"Liang Ying."
Liang Ying heard him calling her, she didn't move, and still put her head on the ground.
