These things in my sister’s heartfelt voice still haven’t happened yet, they can definitely be changed.
But what puzzled him was that his sister said he regained his memory because he was stimulated, so did he lose his memory?
Although he didn’t understand why he would lose his memory, it seemed that only this could explain why he also became the female lead’s dog.
After a treatment by the household doctor, Su Qianxue was not seriously injured, but frightened, and the cold, biting lake water required her to rest quietly for a while to avoid harming her body.
Her mental state was not good, and they couldn’t interrogate how she fell into the lake, so the Su Family couple had no choice but to let the maid change her into dry clothes and hurriedly take her back home.
With such an incident happening, the banquet naturally couldn’t continue, and the adults and their families also began to take their leave.
The Yun Family couple went to the gate to see them off.
Among the gradually dispersing crowd, Lin Wei’an held one hand behind his back, his deep gaze landing on Lady Yun.
The male and female banquets were separated, and today he didn’t have the chance to see her; it was the first time in a long while he’d seen her.
She had given birth to four children, yet she appeared not only unweary but even more beautiful. Clearly, she’s living better, and Lin Wei’an should be gratified, but his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, sending a dense wave of pain.
Noticing his gaze, Lady Yun slightly turned her head, avoiding eye contact with him to prevent suspicion.
But Yun Zheng couldn’t bear it; he stepped forward, completely cutting off Lin Wei’an’s restless gaze, shielding Lady Yun behind him.
"Mr. Lin seems a bit unwell."
Yun Zheng smiled broadly, placing his right hand on Lin Wei’an’s shoulder. This posture seemed very caring, but in fact, only Lin Wei’an knew the bitterness involved.
His shoulder felt as if a thousand-pound weight pressed on it, his knees softened, and his body staggered, nearly kneeling to the ground. Lin Wei’an was furious and embarrassed, yet he was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe.
"Oh, still can’t stand steadily?"
Yun Zheng pretended to support Lin Wei’an, turning his head to look at the stern-looking woman not far away.
"Lady Lin, your husband seems unwell. Quickly come and support him."
Lady Lin misunderstood and thought Lin Wei’an was indeed unwell, hurried over to support him. Lin Wei’an, face pale, didn’t explain anything, allowing Lady Lin to help him towards the carriage.
The various eyes of the crowd fell on him, feeling like needles prickling him, making him uncomfortable and wanting to escape quickly.
Front courtyard.
Mo Zhaozhao raised her chin, standing up arrogantly, saying, "I am leaving too."
Glancing at Yun Wanye, seeing his lack of expression, she frowned, adding another line.
"Thank you for today’s matter."
Yun Wanye still remained silent, not even glancing at her.
Hmph!
Mo Zhaozhao coldly snorted in her heart, lifted her legs to leave, but having just taken a step, she noticed Lu Huaixin coming over, changed from head to toe, his hair thoroughly dry, regaining his usual elegance and handsomeness.
"Zhaozhao~"
Lu Huaixin paused for a moment, then strode over, holding Mo Zhaozhao’s hand, his gaze gently upon her.
Mo Zhaozhao seemed to be electrified, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand but quickly realizing something, forced herself to smile and endure.
They were close to marriage; she shouldn’t continue to reject him as she used to.
The scene of their hand holding deeply pierced not far away Yun Wanye’s eyes; his gaze turned gloomy, his teeth clenching hard, wishing he could chop off that hand.
[Tsk tsk, such a sweet couple, but second brother must be terribly heartbroken?]
[Alas, silly second brother, if only you took some initiative, and moreover, kept your mouth shut, the princess wouldn’t choose Lu Huaixin.]
[Clearly childhood sweethearts with mutual secret admiration, such a good story, but in the end can only watch as the beloved marries someone else, two lives bitterly seeking yet fruitless. Don’t know whether to say you deserve it or feel sorry.]
[If you don’t strive in this life too, you’ll miss three lifetimes.]
[...]
What?
Mutual secret admiration?
Yun Wanye frowned slightly, his gaze quickly passing with confusion. Was his younger sister implying that the princess liked him too?
How could that be?
Thinking about Mo Zhaozhao’s past attitude towards him, filled with disdain and rejection, Yun Wanye didn’t believe it at all, yet couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation and excitement.
What if his younger sister is telling the truth?
He lifted his head, realizing Mo Zhaozhao had already left, and the courtyard echoed emptily.
Ah!
Yun Wanye sighed softly, a lingering touch of faint helplessness in his heart.