The next day, Xing Liuyue traveled to a place hidden by mountains and forests, where clouds clung low, wrapping the landscape in a misty shroud. Amidst the serene wilderness stood a mansion, grand yet quietly secluded, as if untouched by the world outside. Liuyue’s heart quickened as he approached, a mixture of hope and trepidation twisting in his chest.
Inside, Sheng Linyue awaited him. She smiled as he stepped into the light, a warmth in her eyes that melted the frost of his lingering despair. Without hesitation, they closed the distance between them, and their lips met in a kiss that spoke of longing, relief, and unspoken sorrow. Liuyue’s voice trembled as he whispered, “Dear… I think our child is alive… not dead.”
Linyue’s eyes sparkled with happiness, but Liuyue could not stop the tears from streaming down his face. “I told you… don’t believe your father, Linyue,” he choked, voice thick with guilt. “Why did you leave me?”
Linyue’s gaze softened, touched with sorrow and understanding. “I thought… I was my father’s favorite daughter.”
Liuyue clutched her hands, his voice breaking. “I thought I lost both of you. But… at least our fruit of love, our child, is alive.”
A gentle smile crossed Linyue’s lips, tinged with sadness. “Take care of our child… since I am no longer with you. Don’t worry—I thought I couldn’t live in a world without you and our child…” She leaned closer, brushing her lips to his once more. “I miss you, Liuyue… take care of our child.”
Liuyue held her in his arms, wishing with every fiber of his being that this moment could last forever. The air seemed charged with love and loss, a fragile world suspended between joy and despair.
And then, as the fog of longing began to lift, the cruel truth pierced him like a blade. It had all been his mind, a daydream born from guilt and grief. Linyue had died the second after Hanxu’s birth. The warmth, the laughter, the kiss—all illusions, a cruel reflection of what could never be.
In the real world, Zhenwei had made his decision. For the sake of his surviving child, Hanxu, he cast the boy out of the Sheng Clan, ensuring he would live safely under the protection of the Fu Clan.
For Zhenwei, the life of his child mattered more than the legacy of his child’s bloodline—more than any pride, more than any past wrongs. Liuyue’s heart ached with the weight of what was lost, and yet he clung to the only gift left to him: Hanxu, their living bond, their hope.
and then Add to home screen.