That day, Tang Yun, covered in wounds, held her, crying hysterically as she said her father was gone, that her hand was useless, and that she could no longer use Ancient Martial Arts.
Later, she cried herself to fainting, and when she woke up, she couldn’t even cry.
Yue Lan took her to Yueqi Village.
Afterward, Yueqi Village gained a Tang Yun, while the Imperial Capital Yun Family lost a second young miss, Yun Tung.
That year, Tang Yun was just twenty-two years old, a pampered young lady who hardly ever suffered, suddenly lost her loving father, injured her most important right hand, and sustained severe internal injuries, no longer able to utilize Ancient Martial Arts.
In just a few days, besides the drawings fiercely protected by Father Yun, Tang Yun had lost everything.
From then on, Tang Yun seemed to become a different person, becoming silent and withdrawn, numb and listless.
She was still alive, but lived as if only her shell remained.
Even several times, Tang Yun wanted to end her life, but fortunately, Yue Lan stopped her.
Not until she realized she was pregnant did Tang Yun find a reason to live on, only it was no longer for the ’her’ of before.
And for a long time, Yue Lan hadn’t seen Tang Yun cry.
"Ah Lan, it’s truly all right, I’m really all right..."
Tang Yun, burying her face in Yue Lan’s neck, repeated softly over and over, while Yue Lan hugged her back, gently patting her back, her eyes brimming with tears, a smile on her lips as she softly said, "Congratulations, Ah Tang, I knew you would be all right."
Tang Yun held onto Yue Lan and wouldn’t let go, at first with only a crying tone in her voice, but later, it turned into soft sobs.
Yue Lan didn’t urge her to stop crying, merely continued to gently pat her back, comforting her in silence.
The summer sun rose slowly over the mountaintop into the sky, the morning light spilling into the courtyard, casting mottled tree shadows over the two of them through the branches, as if eavesdropping, as if comforting the quietly weeping person.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Tang Yun finally composed herself, glanced at her shoulder she had cried wet, her complexion slightly red, "Ah Lan, sorry, I got too excited."
Yue Lan gave her a reproachful look with her beautiful eyes and chided, "Being so formal with me? Even if your tears flooded my house, could I possibly blame you?"
At her words, Tang Yun’s eyebrows slightly bent, and she managed a shallow smile.
"You’ve cried for so long, yet you haven’t told me how your internal and hand injuries healed," Yue Lan said, lifting Tang Yun’s right hand to turn it over and over, examining it thoroughly, "It looks no different."
"Sorry, I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone," Tang Yun said somewhat apologetically to Yue Lan.
Hearing this familiar line, an image of a certain lazy girl flashed across Yue Lan’s mind, a flicker of surprise in her eyes as she tentatively asked, "It couldn’t be Qi Girl, could it?"
At those words, a flicker of surprise passed through Tang Yun’s eyes as well.
She clearly hadn’t expected Yue Lan to guess so accurately, right on the mark.
Seeing Tang Yun’s reaction, Yue Lan knew she had guessed correctly.
"Ss~" Yue Lan hissed, still fiddling with Tang Yun’s hand, and spoke with a touch of amazement, "It was really her?"
"Impressive, that girl; even the wounds Father Yun couldn’t heal, she managed to cure."
Tang Yun agreed with Yue Lan’s words.
Indeed, the child was remarkable.
Although she didn’t understand the medical arts, having the injuries on herself and her years of seeking treatment had taught her just how difficult these injuries were to cure.
Yet now, the child had healed them, in just one day, no less.
Even now, she was still doubting whether she was dreaming.