Su Mingxuan followed behind Lan Shun, his feet moving mechanically, but his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through his ribs.
Every time he turned a corner or saw a flash of a female’s robes in the distance, his breath hitched. He felt like if he blinked, she would suddenly appear in front of him.
He was beyond nervous.
The word "anxious" couldn’t even describe the storm inside him. It had been twenty long years.
Twenty years of silence, twenty years of guilt, and twenty years of wondering if the woman he loved was even still breathing.
Now, he was walking toward her. He felt like he might actually pass out before they reached their destination.
Lan Shun walked ahead, his back straight and his pace steady.
He glanced back occasionally at the trembling man behind him. He didn’t offer any words of support or comfort.
In his heart, he still felt a deep sense of disdain for Su Mingxuan.
To Lan Shun, a male who couldn’t protect his female was a failure. He detested weakness, and Su Mingxuan’s past suggested a man of low caliber who had been easily swept away by the schemes of the Black Temple.
However, beneath that cold exterior, a small flicker of pity existed.
After learning the truth of what had happened all those years ago, how Su Mingxuan had been a victim caught in the crossfire of the Black Temple’s obsession with Wang Mulan...Lan Shun understood that the man had been dealt a cruel hand by fate.
Lan Shun remembered the many nights he had spent by Wang Mulan’s side. He remembered her teary whispers in her sleep, the way she called out names from her past, and the deep, lingering sadness that never truly left her eyes.
Even after living with Lan Shun and her other husbands for so long, Su Mingxuan still held a massive place in her heart. She had never truly let go.
If she sees him, she will be heartbroken to see what he has become, Lan Shun thought, his expression faltering for a moment. But she will also be happy. Perhaps seeing him alive and well will finally lift the heavy veil of guilt from her mind.
Wang Mulan had always blamed herself for the tragedy that fell upon Su Mingxuan.
She believed his suffering was her fault because the Black Temple wanted her.
If she knew that he was here and that their baby girl was also alive and well, she would surely find the peace she had been searching for.
But there was a problem.
"She isn’t here," Lan Shun said suddenly, his voice echoing in the quiet corridor they were walking through.



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