An Ruo turned her head to look at him, a faint and beautiful smile still lingering on her lips.
Attracted by her smile, Tang Yuchen’s heart raced uncontrollably.
She said with a smile, "Do you know, before you brought me back, I was very afraid of children."
The man was stunned as she continued, "You never saw our child, but I did. He was very small, just this big."
She measured a small span with her hands.
"He had no eyebrows, his eyes tightly shut, his body cold, his skin tinged with a purplish color, and there was still blood on him. His appearance, it was terrifying, yes, terrifying... He was my child, and no matter how ugly, I would never despise him, but when I saw him, all I felt was terror."
Tang Yuchen’s breath caught, her words, each like a knife, piercing fiercely into his heart, causing every nerve in his body to tremble with pain.
He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to beg her to stop talking, but his throat could not produce any sound.
An Ruo looked into his eyes and continued indifferently,
"From that moment on, I had nightmares every day, dreaming that he was covered in blood, asking me why I didn’t want him, why I abandoned him.
That’s why I was so afraid to see children, every time I saw them, I felt it was him.
You have no idea, I nearly lost my mind. There was a time I suffered from a severe mental disorder, later becoming so bad that I would faint upon seeing a child..."
"Stop talking!" Tang Yuchen interrupted her forcefully, his grip tightening on her shoulders with a pained plea.
"An Ruo, I beg you, please stop! Don’t say anymore!"
"Why shouldn’t I speak? Don’t you want to know what I went through during that period?" she asked coldly in return.
The man’s lips were tightly pressed together; he wanted to know, but at the same time, he was afraid to know.
"But don’t worry, I made it through and my mental disorder was cured. Do you want to know how I managed to pull myself together?"
An Ruo gave a slight smile, "It was Yun Feiyang who helped me step out of that shadow. If it wasn’t for his meticulous care, I would have died long ago. Tang Yuchen, I once attempted suicide."
Tang Yuchen’s pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned deathly pale.
His hands gripped her shoulders tighter, with considerable strength, yet An Ruo seemed to be insensible to the pain.
"It was Yun Feiyang who saved me, so I didn’t die.
He told me that if I could die for the person who hurt me, why couldn’t I live for the person who loved me.
He also said that if I had no goals to live for, then I should live for him.
My life was saved by him, so I live for him, and without his permission, I will not end my life.
Tang Yuchen, my being able to continue living in front of you isn’t because of your threats, but because I promised him I would live well."
Tang Yuchen held her tightly, his heart filled with tenderness, anger, and jealousy!
She was actually living for Yun Feiyang, for him!
"Have you fallen for him? Tell me, have you?" the man roared in agony.
"An Ruo, all this you’ve told me, is it just to show me how important Yun Feiyang is to you? Have you fallen in love with him, is that it?!"
Hearing his accusatory questions, An Ruo felt the urge to laugh.
"Tang Yuchen, all I want to tell you is that after what I went through, there will never be a possibility for us in this lifetime. Keeping me captive will only result in mutual destruction."