Why apologize, Yun Chunnuan didn’t know.
She just really wanted... really, really wanted to say to him, ’I’m sorry.’
For whom, it didn’t matter.
Just everyone, including the mother he always respected in the palace, really owed him an apology: I’m sorry...
She was very capable, indeed, raising a little oppressed child into the man who now stands tall and proud!
But how could she bear to let her son suffer so much pain?!
She didn’t understand and couldn’t comprehend, just feeling heartache.
Full of heartache, she didn’t know what words to use to express it...
The hardened Yelyu Lie, upon hearing this soft, gentle ’I’m sorry,’ felt as if his heart was about to melt.
He lost.
No matter what, he couldn’t harden his heart against her.
Just one of her tears could make him abandon all his defenses.
He slowly turned around and gently held the trembling little body into his arms.
A rough, large hand lifted the soft, pale little face and gently, tenderly wiped away the tears on her face.
"Don’t cry anymore, it was my attitude that was wrong, I shouldn’t have been harsh to you, you have nothing to be sorry for. If I can’t protect you well, it’s my responsibility..."
"No, no, it’s not!"
Yun Chunnuan shook her head vigorously, "It hurts, doesn’t it? It’s scary, isn’t it? How could they be so evil! How could they..."
The Little Princess felt more and more upset, where could that small him have hidden to lick his wounds?
Would there be anyone to give him a little comfort?
Yelyu Lie paused.
He thought... he thought the little wife was crying because of his attitude or the scars on his back.
Unexpectedly, was she... feeling heartache?
His heart seemed to be filled once again with an indescribable sweet yet bitter sensation.
With a soft sigh, he held her in his arms, gently comforting, "It’s all in the past, it’s all over."
He didn’t want to lie to her; it didn’t hurt, he wasn’t afraid.
Only he knew how difficult those short years were to endure.
Going to the border, no matter how bitter or hard the days were, they felt much happier than in the Royal Palace.
Because no one was whipping him anymore, no one throwing stones at him or cursing him as a mongrel...
But it’s all over.
Truly over...
Holding the little one crying non-stop in his arms, Yelyu Lie couldn’t help but wonder if all the suffering he endured was to exchange for the happiness he now had?
If so, it was worth it.
No one knew how long she cried, but Yun Chunnuan ended up with tearful eyes, snotty nose wiping all over the Barbarian General’s torn clothes.
She sniffed her nose, with her eyes red like a little rabbit’s, pulling the man’s large hand to the shattered stone table.
Just as Yelyu Lie was bewildered, he saw the little wife raise her small hands high and slam them down hard on the stone bench next to the stone table!
At this moment, everything happened too suddenly!
Yelyu Lie couldn’t stop it in time, his heart feeling it was about to leap out of his chest!
Who could have thought, in the next second, he stared with wide amber eyes, full of disbelief!
He looked at the little wife, and then at the shattered stone bench...
The first thought wasn’t questioning how she could smash the stone bench with her bare hands, but pulling over her fair, tender little hand.
Seeing the back of her hand beside the little finger covered with fine blood marks, he couldn’t help but sternly chide, "Nonsense! Who gave you permission to hurt yourself like this?!"
Yun Chunnuan: "?"
Wait!
Why did things seem to be going off track?
She didn’t want to hide from him any longer!
She even wanted to tell him the secret of her Golden Finger!
But... he was actually angry...
In Yun Chunnuan’s confused bewilderment, the Barbarian General directly picked her up and returned to the room.
He rummaged around, finally finding the golden sore medicine, wanting to pour the entire bottle on the wound which, if treated any later, would almost be healed.
Yun Chunnuan’s heart felt as sweet as if it was soaked in honey.
That’s how she just smashed the stone table. Even herself, along with Qiao’er, Mother Ye, and a few maids, didn’t care about this tiny wound.
But to her Barbarian General, it seemed more severe than the sky falling.
He really, really, really cared about her!
"Yelyu Lie, it doesn’t hurt." She curled her lips, her voice sweet and soft, "I just wanted to tell you, that stone table wasn’t smashed by a whip. That Miss Nalan didn’t even get a chance to act before I had her under control! Am I awesome?"
"Awesome my foot!" Yelyu Lie was still very angry, "Why on earth did you have to smash that stone table? Your little hand is as soft and tender as tofu, what if it got hurt?"
Yun Chunnuan smiled even sweeter, "Aren’t you curious why I can smash that stone table?"